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PRAISE  BOOK: 


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CONGREGATIONAL   SINGING 


PREPARED     BY 

RICHARD   FULLER,   E.  M.  LEVY,  S.  D.  PHELPS,  H.    C.    FISH, 

THOMAS  ARMITAGE,  E.  T.  WINKLER,  W.  W.  EVERTS, 

GEO.  C.  LORIMER,  AND  BASIL  MANLY,  Jr. 

J.    P.    HOLBROOK,    Special  Musical  Editor. 


u  Whoso  offereth  praise  glorifieth  me." — Ps.  50:23. 


A.     S.     BARNES     &     C  O.  3 
NEW  YOKE,  &  CHICAGO. 


THE  BAPTIST  PRAISE  BOOK  EDITIONS. 


1.  HYMNS  AND  TUNES.  The  complete  work  ;  with 
131 1  Hymns  and  477  Tunes,  besides  Chants  and  Anthems, 
containing  Order  of  Service,  Full  Indexes,  &c.  640  pages, 
8vo. 

2.  HYMNS  ONLY.  Containing  the  words  of  Hymns, 
Chants,  and  Anthems  in  their  exact  order  as  in  the  complete 
work,  and  in  the  same  type  ;  also  Indexes,  &c.  452  pp.  Small 
quarto. 

3.  CHAPEL  EDITION.  Comprising  550  Hymns  with 
Tunes,  the  choicest  from  the  complete  work :  designed  for 
Family  use,  Conference  Meetings,  and  Churches  desiring  a 
cheap  collection.  Same  type  and  paper  as  the  other  editions, 
—  pp.     Small  quarto. 


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PILGRIM  MELODIES.  New  adaptations  of  standard 
hymns,  for  the  choir.  By  J.  E.  Sweetser,  Organist  of  the 
Church  of  the  Pilgrims.    8vo. 

THE   QUARTET  AND   CHORUS   CHOIR;    a  choice 

collection  of  new  adaptations  of  standard  hymns,  for  the 
Choir.  By  J.  P.  Holbrook,  Musical  Editor  of  the  Praise 
Book.     224  pp  ,  quarto. 

UNION  PRAYER  BOOK  :  A  Manual  of  Public  Wor- 
ship ;  also  a  Service  for  Sunday  Schools  and  Forms  for  Fam- 
ily Devotion.     592  pp.,  8vo. 

A.   S.   BARNES  &  COMPANY, 

Publishers  of  Manuals  for  Church  Worship,  etc., 
111  &  .13  WILLIAM  STREET,  NEW  YORK. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1871,  by 

A.  S    BARNES  &   COMPANY, 
in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


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CONTENTS 


Introduction Page  iv. 

Acknowledgments vi. 

A  Confession  of  Faith vii. 

A  Covenant viii. 

The  Law  of  God — Summary ix. 

Scripture  Sentences x. 

Lord's  Prayer xii. 

Benediction , xii. 

Worship ■  •  ■  Hymns  i — 10S 

God: 

The  Trinity log — 1 16 

Praise  to  God 117 — 268 

Christ's  Nativity 269 — 300 

"         Childhood 301 — 303 

M         Life  and  Ministry 304 — 323 

"        Sufferings  and  Death . .  324 — 363 
"         Resurrection  and  Glory  364 — 391 

"         Second  Advent 392 — 408 

"        Praise  to  Christ 409 — 492 

Holy  Spirit 493 — 549 

Warning  and  Invitation 550 — 643 

Penitence  and  Consecration.  . . .  644—  728 
The  Church  : 

Baptism 729 — 764 

Fellowship 765 — 782 

The  Lord's  Supper 783 — 814 

Welfare 815—848 


The  Christian  Life: 

Love  and  Gratitude.. .  .Hymns  849 —  899 

Graces  and  Duties 900 —  934 

Conflict  and  Triumph 935 —  982 

Afflictions    and    Encourage- 
ments       983 — 1036 

Heaven  Anticipated 1037 — 1099 

Death  and  Immortality 1100 — 1148 

Occasional  : 

The  Scriptures 1149 — 1162 

The  Ministry 1163 — 1179 

Dedications 1180 — 1190 

Home  Missions 1191 — 1196 

Home  and  Foreign  Missions.  1197 — 1246 

Benevolence 1247 — 1253 

Our  Country 1254 — 1270 

Seamen 1271 — 1274 

Sunday  Schools 1275 — 1283 

Temperance 1284 — 1288 

The  Year 1289 — 1311 

Doxologies Pages  534 — 535 

Indexes. 


INTRODUCTION. 


PECULIARITIES     OF    THIS     WORK. 

The  "  Baptist  Praise  Book  "  differs  from  similar  publication* 
in  most  of  the  following  particulars : 

i.  As  its  name  intimates,  it  is  peculiarly  a  praise  book;  hymns  of 
praise  to  the  adorable  Deity,  especially  as  the  glorious  Redeemer, 
being  abundant. 

2.  A  primary  object  in  the  publication  has  been  to  extend  and 
improve  Congregational  Singing.  Hence  Tunes,  as  well  as  hymns, 
are  given  ;  it  being  now  an  accepted  conclusion  that  music  must  ac- 
company the  words  in  order  to  secure  the  best  results  in  the  service 
of  song.  At  the  same  time,  an  edition  with  hymns  only  (with  uni- 
form numbers)  has  been  prepared. 

3.  It  is  a  Baptist  publication.  When  its  preparation  was  com- 
menced, no  hymn  and  tune  book  for  sanctuary  use  was  available,  or 
in  prospect,  except  issued  by  some  other  branch  of  the  Christian 
family  and  sought  to  be  adapted  to  Baptist  churches;  a  circumstance 
for  the  existence  of  which  at  least  no  good  reason  could  be  assigned. 

4.  This  work  is  the  offspring  of  love.  It  was  voluntarily  under- 
taken with  the  sole  purpose  of  furnishing  the  best  possible  hymn  and 
tune  book  for  the  use  of  the  Baptist  churches;  and  with  some  of  the 
editors  it  is  the  product  of  a  life's  enthusiasm  and  painstaking  in  this 
special  direction. 

5.  The  "Baptist  Praise  Book"  is  believed  to  be  richer  in  the 
precious  gems  of  hymnology  than  any  other  volume  extant.  Many 
ol  the  old  favorites,  and  of  the  most  exquisite  modern  hymns,  can  be 
found  in  no  collection  except  this.  As  is  fitting,  the  hymns  are  set  in 
a  clear,  bold  type. 


INTRODUCTION.  "        V 

6.  The  tunes  are  very  largely  those  which  have  been  tested  by 
use  and  pronounced  of  current  value  by  the  universal  award  of 
Christian  hearts.  In  some  instances  these  are  inserted  more  than 
once.     The  best  of  new  tunes  will  also  here  be  found. 

7.  The  attempt  has  here  been  made,  so  far  as  singing-  goes,  to  give 
to  the  Sabbath  service  somewhat  of  the  freedom  and  unction  of  the 
social  or  vestry  meetings.  It  is  believed  that  the  soul  of  the  denom- 
ination is  yearning  for  more  warmth  and  spirituality  in  the  songs  of 
Zion.  Hence  revival  and  other  melodies,  if  they  but  palpitate  with 
real  spiritual  utterance,  are  introduced  ;  even  in  some  instances  where 
perhaps  a  cold  criticism  might  have  passed  the  edict  of  exclusion. 
Vitality  has  everywhere  been  preferred  to  stiff  precision. 

8.  Children's  hymns  are  interspersed,  especially  adapting  the 
book  to  Sunday  School  anniversaries,  sermons  to  the  young,  and  like 
occasions.     These  are  of  rare  value.     Some  are  entirely  new. 

9.  The  subjects  and  range  of  the  hymns  are  broad  and  compre- 
hensive, making  the  collection  unusually  full.  They  are  thoroughly 
classified,  and  each  verse  is  indexed. 

10.  Especial  care  has  been  given  to  the  adaptation  of  hymns  and 
tunes.  In  this  particular  no  musical  author  excels  Mr.  J.  P.  Hol- 
brook,  whose  fine  taste  and  varied  acquisitions  have  been  admirablv 
displayed  in  the  pages  of  this  book. 

11.  For  such  as  may  desire  their  use,  a  collection  of  Chants  and 
Anthems,  with  select  Scripture  Sentences,  a  very  brief  Confession  of 
Faith  and  Church  Covenant,  the  Lord's  Prayer  and  the  Command- 
ments are  given.  The  Chants  and  Anthems  are  among  the  grandest 
that  have  been  composed. 

12.  Finally  ;  no  pains  have  been  spared,  either  in  the  carefulness 
and  research  of  its  editors,  the  expensiveness  of  copyright  tunes,  or 
the  skill  of  mechanical  execution,  to  make  the  "  Baptist  Praise 
Book  "  an  inspiration  and  a  joy  with  the  great  brotherhood  of  the 
Churches.  And  may  He  whose  face  shines  on  its  every  page,  accept 
this  labor  of  love,  and  cause  it  to  animate  the  joys  of  His  children 
until  they  unite  in  the  chorus  of  praise  with  the  redeemed  in  glory. 


ACKNOWLEDGMENTS. 


The  musical  department  of  this  work  has  been  intrusted  to  the  most  careful 
and  competent  critics.  To  Mr.  J.  P.  Holbrook,  the  successful  editor  of  the 
"  Songs  for  the  Sanctuary,"  and  the  composer  of  many  beautiful  tunes,  special  re- 
ference has  already  been  made. 

For  the  valuable  assistance  afforded  by  Rev.  R.  Lowry,  J.  E.  Gould,  G.  F. 
Root,  W.  G.  Fischer,  J.  M.  Evans,  Oscar  M.  Newell,  Asa  Hull,  Philip 
Phillips,  Theo.  F.  Seward,  S.  J.  Vail,  Rev.  L.  Hartsough,  and  Rev.  W. 
McDonald,  grateful  acknowledgments  are  freely  expressed. 

Copy-right  music  must  not  be  taken  from  this  volume,  for  the  sake  of  publica- 
tion, without  the  permission  of  those  who  own  the  same.  Applications  of  this 
kind  must  be  made  either  to  the  composers  themselves  or  to  their  publishers. 


A    CONFESSION    OF    FAITH. 


We  believe— 

In  one  God,  Maker  and  Ruler  of  heaven  and  earth,  revealed  as  the 
Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Holy  Spirit,  equal  in  every  divine  per- 
fection ;  a 

In  the  Holy  Scriptures  as  his  inspired  Word,  and  the  only  rule  of 
faith  and  practice  :  b 

In  the  fall  of  man  and  his  condemnation  as  a  sinner,  and  God's 
sovereign  grace  and  love  in  redemption  and  the  choice  of  his  people  :c 

In  the  way  of  salvation  by  Jesus  Christ,  the  Son  of  God  incarnate, 
who  obeyed  the  law,  suffered  and  died  for  the  sins  of  men,  and  is  risen 
and  exalted  a  Priest  and  King : d 

In  the  free  offer  of  eternal  life  to  all  in  the  Gospel,  and  the  ag- 
gravated guilt  of  those  who  reject  it :  e 

In  the  necessity  of  regeneration  by  the  Holy  Spirit,  and  of  repent- 
ance toward  God  and  faith  in  Christ : f 

In  the  justification  and  adoption  of  the  believer,  through  the  blood 
and  righteousness  of  Jesus :  s 

In  the  Divine  institution  of  the  Christian  ministry,  and  the  visible 
church  of  professed  believers  with  its  initiatory  and  memorial  rites, 
Baptism*  and  the  Lord's  Supper  :h 

In  the  sacred  observance  of  the  Lord's  Day,  for  rest,  worship,  and 
religious  instruction :  > 

In  the  final  perseverance  of  all  saints,  through  sanctification  of  the 
Spirit  and  obedience  to  the  truth :  J 

In  the  present  life  as  man's  only  day  of  grace,  and  the  soul's  en- 
trance at  death  into  conscious  blessedness  or  woe  :  k 

In  the  resurrection  of  all  the  dead  at  the  glorious  coming  of  the 
Son  of  Man,  and  his  just  adjudgment  of  the  wicked  to  everlasting 
punishment  and  the  righteous  to  life  eternal.1 

a  Eph.  4  :  6,  Is.  37  :  16,  Matt.  28  :  19,  John  10  :  30,  Acts  5  :  34.  ''  2  Tim.  3  :  16,  Prov.  30  :  5,  6,  Phil.  3  :  16,  1  Pet. 
4  :  11,  Is.  8  :  20.  c  Rom.  5  :  12,  18,  Gal.  3  :  10 ;  4 :  4,  5,  Eph.  1  :  4,  1  Thess.  1:4.  d  Acts  4  •  12,  Phil.  2  :  8,  9,  1  Pet. 
3  :  18,  Heb.  4  :  14  ;  1  :  S,  Ps.  2:6.  e  John  3  :  16  ;  10  :  10,  Rev.  22  :  17,  Matt.  11  :  24,  Heb.  10  :  29.  f  John  3  :  3 — 
8,  16,  Mark.  16  :  16,  Luke  13  :  3 ;  18  :  13,  Acts  20  :  21.  s  Rom.  5  :  1,  9,  Acts  13  :  38,  39,  Gal.  4  :  4 — 7,  1  Cor.  1  :  30, 
1  Thess.  4:  3,  1  Thess.  5  :  23,  2  Cor.  7:1.  h  Mark  3  :  14,  Eph.  4  :  n,  1  Tim.  4  :  14,  Matt.  28  :  19,  20,  1  Cor.  1  :  2, 
Phil.  1  :  1,  Acts  2  :  41,  42,  Rom.  6  :  4,  Luke  22  :  19,  20,  1  Cor.  11  :  26.  '  Acts  20  :  7,  Rev.  1  :  10,  Ex.  20  :  8,  Heb. 
10:  25,  Acts  11  :  26.  j  John  10  :  27,  28,  1  John  2  :  19,  Phil.  1  :  6,  1  Pet.  1  :  2 — 5,  Rom.  8.  k  Luke  16  :  22—26; 
23  :  43,   Rev.  22  :  11,   Mark  12  :.26,  27.     ]  John  5  •  28,  29,  Acts  24  :  15,  Matt.  25  :  31 — 46,  2  Cor.  5  :  10. 

*  Immersion  only  to  show  forth  in  a  solemn  and  beautiful  emblem,  our  faith  in  the  crucified,  buried  and 
risen  Saviour,  and  our  death  to  sin  and  resurrection  to  a  new  life.  Note.  By  "  the  visible  church"  is  meant 
a  local  congregation,  in  distinction  from  the  whole  body  of  believers  or  kingdom  of  Christ,  and  from  a 
territorial,  national,  or  hierarchical  church.  The  New  Testament  churches  were  evidently  organizations  of 
baptized  believers, local,  and  independent, under  Christ;  their  officers  being  pastors  and  deacons,  bishop  and 
elder  being  the  same  as  pastor. 


A    COVENANT. 


As  we  trust  we  have  received,  through  Divine  Grace,  the  Lord 
Jesus  Christ,  and  given  ourselves  wholly  to  him,  and  on  profession  of 
our  faith  have  been  buried  with  him  in  baptism  and  thus  united  to 
his  church,  we  do  now  solemnly  and  joyfully  covenant  with  each 
other,  and,  by  the  aid  of  the  Holy  Spirit,  engage — 

That  we  will  walk  together  with  brotherly  love,  exercising  a 
Christian  care  and  watchfulness  over  each  other,  participating  in 
each  other's  joys,  and,  with  tender  sympathy,  bearing  one  another's 
burdens  and  sorrows : 

That  we  will  not  forsake  the  assembling  of  ourselves  together  at 
the  Communion  and  other  appointed  meetings,  but  seek  and  pray  for 
the  spirituality,  harmony,  and  prosperity  of  this  church  ;  sustain  its 
worship,  ordinances,  discipline  and  doctrines;  and  give  its  claims  a 
sacred  pre-eminence  over  all  organizations  of  human  origin  : 

That  we  will  cheerfully  contribute  of  our  means,  as  God  has  pros- 
pered us,  for  the  support  of  a  faithful  and  evangelical  ministry  among 
us;  for  the  relief  of  the  poor  ;  and  for  spreading  the  gospel  over  the 
earth  : 

That  we  will  maintain  private  and  family  devotions ;  religiously 
educate  the  children  committed  to  our  care;  and  endeavor,  in 
purity  of  heart  and  newness  of  life,  and  good-will  toward  all  men, 
to  exemplify  and  commend  our  holy  faith,  win  souls  to  the  Saviour, 
and  hold  fast  our  profession  till  he  shall  come  and  receive  us  unto 
himself. 

[Relying  on  the  grace  of  God,  do  you  thus  covenant  arid  promise  f\ 

And  now  the  God  ol  peace,  who  brought  again  from  the  dead  our 
Lord  Jesus,  that  (neat  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  through  the  blood  of 
the  everlasting  covenant  make  us  perfect  in  every  good  work  to  do 
his  will,  working  in  us  that  which  is  well-pleasing  in  his  sight,  through 
Jesus  Christ ;  to  whom  be  glory  fur  ever  and  ever.     AMEN. 


THE     LAW    OF    GOD, 

AS  WRITTEN   IN   THE   TWENTIETH    CHAPTER  OF  THE   BOOK  OF  EXODUS. 

God  spake  all  these  words,  saying,  I  am  the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought 
thee  out  of  the  land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the  house  of  bondage. 

I. — Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

II. — Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image,  or  any  likeness  of  any 
thing  that  is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the 
water  under  the  earth :  thou  shalt  not  bow  clown  thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them : 
for  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon 
the  children  unto  the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate  me  ;  and 
showing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that  love  me,  and  keep  my  command- 
ments. 

III. — Thou  shalt  not  take  the  Name  of  the  Lord  thy  God  in  vain ;  for  the 
Lord  will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  his  Name  in  vain. 

IV. — Remember  the  Sabbath-day  to  keep  it  holy.  Six  days  shalt  thou  labor, 
and  do  all  thy  work :  but  the  seventh  day  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God  ;  in 
it  thou  shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter,  thy  man-servant, 
nor  thy  maid-servant,  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  thy  stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates  ;  for 
in  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all  that  in  them  is,  and 
rested  the  seventh  day ;  wherefore  the  Lord  blessed  the  Sabbath-day,  and  hal- 
lowed it. 

V. — Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother :  that  thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the 
land  which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

VI. — Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII. — Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

VIII. — Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX. — Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neighbor. 

X. — Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neigh- 
bor's wife,  nor  his  man-servant,  nor  his  maid-servant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor 
any  thing  that  is  thy  neighbor's. 

TI^E  SUMMARY  OF  THE  LAW  BY  OUR  LORD  JESUS  CpIST. 

St.  Matthew  22  :  37-40. 

Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy  God  with  all  thy  heart,  and  with  all  thy  soul, 
and  with  all  thy  mind.  This  is  the  first  and  great  commandment.  And  the 
second  is  like  unto  it,  Thou  shalt  love  thy  neighbor  as  thyself.  On  these  two 
commandments  hang  all  the  law  and  the  prophets. 


OPENING    SENTENCES. 


The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple :  let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  be- 
fore him. 

Let  the  words  of  my  mouth  and  the  meditation  of  my  heart  be  ac- 
ceptable   in  thy  sight,  O  Lord,  my  strength  and  my   Redeemer.— 

Again  I  say  unto  you,  that  if  two  of  you  shall  agree  on  earth  as 
touching  any  thing  they  shall  ask,  it  shall  be  done  for  them  of  my 
Father  which  is  in  heaven. 

For,  where  two  or  three  are  gathered  together  in  my  name,  there 
am  I  in  the  midst  of  them. 

Seek  ve  the  Lord  while  he  may  be  found  ;  call  ye  upon  him  while 
lie  is  near. 

Let  the  wicked  forsake  his  way,  and  the  unrighteous  man  his 
thoughts:  and  let  him  return  unto  the  Lord,  and  he  will  have  mercy 
upon  linn  ;  and  to  our  God,  for  he  will  abundantly  pardon. 

Thus  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One  that  inhabiteth  eternity: 

Whose  Name  is  Holy; 

I  dwell  in  the  high  and  holy  place; 

With  him  also  that  is  of  a  contrite  and  humble  spirit, 

To  revive  the  spirit  of  the  humble, 

And  to  revive  the  heart  of  the  contrite  ones. 

The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  broken  spirit: 

A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  ()  God,  thou  wilt  not  despise. 

Rend  your  hearts,  and  not  your  garments,  and  turn  unto  the  Lord 
your  God;  for  lie  is  gracious  and  merciful,  slow  to  anger,  and  of 
great  kindness,  and  repenteth  him  of  the  evil. 


OPENING     SENTENCES.  xi 

Wherewith  shall  I  come  before  the  Lord,  and  bow  myself  before 
the  high  God  ?  shall  I  come  before  him  with  burnt  offerings,  with 
calves  of  a  year  old?  Will  the  Lord  be  pleased  with  thousands  of 
rams,  or  with  ten  thousands  of  rivers  of  oil  ?  shall  I  give  my  first-born 
for  my  transgression,  the  fruit  of  my  body  for  the  sin  of  my  soul  ?  He 
hath  showed  thee,  O  man!  what  is  good;  and  what  doth  the  Lord 
require  of  thee  but  to  do  justly,  and  love  mercy,  and  walk  humbly 
with  thy  God. 

Ask,  and  it  shall  be  given  you ;  seek,  and  ye  shall  find ;  knock, 
and  it  shall  be  opened  unto  you. 

Give  unto  the  Lord  the  glory  due  unto  his  Name :  Bring  an  offer- 
ing and  come  before  him  :  Worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holiness. 

Offer  unto  God  thanksgiving,  and  pay  thy  vows  unto  the  Most 
High. 

Let  us  therefore  come  boldly  unto  the  throne  of  grace,  that  we 
may  obtain  mercy,  and  find  grace  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

If  we  say  that  we  have  no  sin,  we  deceive  ourselves,  and  the  truth 
is  not  in  us  ;  but,  if  we  confess  our  sins,  God  is  faithful  and  just  to 
forgive  us  our  sins,  and  to  cleanse  us  from  all  unrighteousness. 

I  will  arise,  and  go  to  my  father;  and  will  say  unto  him,  Father, 
I  have  sinned  against  heaven  and  before  thee,  and  am  no  more  worthy 
to  be  called  thy  son. 

Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  righteousness ; 
for  they  shall  be  filled. 

Even  the  youth  shall  faint  and  be  weary,  and  the  young  men  shall 
utterly  fall :  but  they  that  wait  on  the  Lord  shall  renew  their  strength  ; 
they  shall  mount  up  with  wings  as  eagles ;  they  shall  run,  and  not  be 
weary ;  they  shall  walk,  and  not  faint. 

Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness:  come  before  his  presence  with 
singing.  Know  ye  that  the  Lord  he  is  God :  it  is  he  that  hath  made 
us,  and  not  we  ourselves;  we  are  his  people,  and  the  sheep  of  his 
pasture.     Enter  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  his  courts 


xu  LORD'S     PRAYER. 

with  praise  ;  be  thankful  unto  him,  and  bless  his  name.  For  the  Lord 
is  good  :  his  mercy  is  everlasting,  and  his  truth  endureth  to  all  gener- 
ations. 

Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  of  the  Lord?  or  who  shall  stand  in 
his  holy  place?  He  that  hath  clean*  hands,  and  a  pure  heart;  who 
hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  vanity,  nor  sworn  deceitfully.  He 
shall  receive  the  blessing  from  the  Lord,  and  righteousness  from  the 
God  of  his  salvation. 

Oh  come,  let  us  worship  and  bow  down,  and  kneel  before  the  Lord 
our  Maker.  For  he  is  our  God  ;  and  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture, 
and  the  sheep  of  his  hand 

O  Lord,  open  thou  my  lips,  and  my  mouth  shall  show  forth  thy 
praise. 


LORD'S      PRAYER. 

Our  Father  which  art  in  heaven  : 
Hallowed  be  thy  name. 
Thy  kingdom  come. 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven. 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 
And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  we  forgive  our  debtors. 
And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  us  from  evil. 
(For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  forever.) 

Amen. 


BENEDICTION. 

THE  Lord  bless  thee,  and  keep  thee  ;  the  Lord  make  his  face  to 
shine  upon  tine,  and  be  gracious  unto  thee;  the  Lord  lift  up  his 
countenance  upon  thee,  and  give  thee  peace.     Amen. — Numbers  vi. 

I  in.  grace  ol  the  Lord  Jesus.  Christ,  and  the  love  of  God,  and 
the  <  ommunion  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  be  with  you  all.  Amen. — 2  Cor. 
*iii.   14. 


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2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth : 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  Heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

3  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 
To  holy  convocations 
The  silver  trumpet  calls, 


Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 
With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 

And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest : 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Wordsworth. 


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WORSHIP. 


SABBATH.       7s.     6  lines. 

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I.   Safe-lv   thro'   an-  oth-er  week  God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ;  Let  us  now     a  blessing 


seek     Wait-in<T    in    his  courts  to  -  day  ;      Day   of     all      the  week  the  best,     Em-blem 


of        e  -  ter-nal  rest ;    Day    of   all     the  week  the  best,  Emblem  of     e-ter-nal    rest. 


2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  Name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  Name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

.}   M  iy  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

( !onquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Mike  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ; 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove 

Till  we  resl  in  thee  above. 

Newton. 

3 

I    SAVIOUR  I   who  this  day  didst  break 
The  dark  prison  of  the  tomb  ; 


Bid  my  slumbering  soul  awake, 

Shine  through  all  its  sin  and  gloom  : 
Let  me,  from  my  bonds  set  free, 
Rise  from  sin,  and  live  to  thee. 

2  Blessed  Spirit !  Comforter  ! 

Sent  this  day  from  Christ  on  high  ; 
Lord,  on  me  thy  gifts  confer, 

Cleanse,  illumine,  sanctify. 
All  thine  influence  shed  abroad 
Lead  me  to  the  truth  of  God. 

3  Sad  and  weary  were  our  way, 

Fainting  oft  beneath  our  load, 
But  for  thee,  thou  blessed  day, 

Resting-place  on  life's  rough  road. 
Here  How  forth  the  streams  of  grace, 
Strengthened  hence  we  run  our  race. 

4  Soon,  too  soon,  the  sweet  repose 

Of  this  day  of  God  will  cease  ; 
Soon    this    glimpse  of     Heaven    will 
close, 

Vanish  soon  the  hours  of  peace  ; 
Soon  return  the  toil,  the  strife, 
All  the  weariness  of  life. 

Jl  I  I  A    A.    I'.i  LIOI 


WORSHIP. 


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2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness  ! 

3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love  !  to  mine  attend  ! 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes  ! 

4  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe  ; 
Till  thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

5  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

I  have  walked  with  God  to-day ! 

Montgomery. 

5 

i  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee  ;  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 


4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return, 

Those  who  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

Hammond. 

6 

i  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  ; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray; 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

Newton. 


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WORSHIP. 


MESSIAH.       7s.     Double. 


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2   Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  thy  altars,  O  Most  High  ! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest 
In  their  Heavenly  Father's  breast ! 
Like  the  wandering  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair, 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

t,   Happy  souls  !  their  praises  flow, 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  fids  them  from  the  skies; 

<  >n  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  thy  feet  adoring  fall, 

Who  ha  >t  led  them  sale  through  all. 

4   lyord,  I).-  mine  this  prize  to  win, 
Guide  me  through  this  world  of  sin  ; 

p  ni'-  by  thy  saving  gra<  e, 

<  I  thy  side  a  pla<  e  ; 


Sun  and  Shield  alike  thou  art, 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  thee, 
Shed,  oh,  shed  them,  Lord,  on  me. 

Lyte. 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire, 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Enter  every  drooping  heart ; 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 
Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ; 
Son  of  God  !  appear,  appear, 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 

Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 
Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Set  us  free  from  all  our  sin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less; 
be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 

C.  Wesley. 


WORSHIP. 


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2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose  ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Thro'  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

CoTTERILL. 

JO  Children's    Hymn. 

i  When  little  Samuel  woke, 

And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice  ! 


O  blessed,  happy  child,  to  find 

The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind ! 

If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
And  say  he  was  my  friend. 

How  happy  I  should  be, 
Oh,  how  would  I  attend  ! 

The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 

If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

And  does  he  never  speak  ? 

Oh,  yes ;  for,  in  his  word, 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  that  Samuel  heard  : 
In  almost  every  page  I  see 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me 

Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 

Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 
"  Speak,  Lord  ;  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  I  have  heard. 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear,  - 
Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear." 

Jane  Taylor. 


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2  ( )h  send  thy  light  abroad  ! 

Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 
And  guide  my  doubtful  way: 
I'll  hear  thy  word  with  faith  sincere, 
And  learn  to  fear  and  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Here  reach  thy  bounteous  hand, 

And  all  my  sorrows  heal  ; 
Hen-  health  and  strength  divine, 

( >h  make  my  bosom  feel ! 
lake  balmy  dew,  shall  Jesus'  voi<  e 
My  bones  rejoice,  my  strength  renew 

4  Thus  in  thy  holy  hill, 

Before  thine  altar,  Lord, 
M     h  irp  and  son-  shall  sound 
I  he  glories  of  thy  word  : 
1 1    ii  'forth  to  thee,  ( )  God  of  grace, 
in  of  praise  my  life  shall  be. 

Dwich  i 

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i   Wu 1  omi  .  delightful  mom, 
iu  d.n  of  ;ai  red  resl  ; 


I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ! 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 

1  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  ; 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 


IIavwarr. 


DOXOLOGY. 

To  God,  die  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit  ever  blest, 

Eternal   Three  in  One, 
\ll  worship  be  addrest : 

As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  so,  for  evermore- 


WORSHIP. 


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Williams. 


1.  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I         To  hear  the  peo-ple    cry,  "  Come,  let  us   seek  our  God     to  -   day  !': 


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2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round: 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here  : 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase — 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !  " 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 
And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Watts. 


14 

i  'Tis  heaven  begun  below 
To  hear  Christ's  praises  flow 

In  Zion  where  his  Name  is  known : 
What  will  it  be  above 
To  sing  redeeming  love, 

And  cast  our  crowns  before  his  throne  ! 

2  Oh,  what  sweet  company 
We  then  shall  hear  and  see  ! 

What  harmony  will  there  abound, 
When  souls  unnumbered  sing 
The  praise  of  Zion's  King, 

Nor  one  dissenting  voice  is  found  ! 

3  With  everlasting  joy, 
Such  as  will  never  cloy, 

We  shall  be  filled,  nor  wish  for  more  ; 

Bright  as  meridian  day, 

Calm  as  the  evening  ray, 
Full  as  a  sea  without  a  shore. 

4  Till  that  blest  period  come, 
Zion  shall  be  my  home  ; 

And  may  I  never  thence  remove 

Till. from  the  church  below 

To  heaven  at  once  I  go, 
And  there  commune  in  perfect  love  ! 

SWAIN 


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No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast : 
( )  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they 

shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they 

die  : 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part  ; 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  1  desired  or  wished  below  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy 

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i    IF »w  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dw<  llings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
l  ■  in  :e1  tir  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 
2   My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
panting  I  i  ml  foi  God  I 


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My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  dwell  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne,  above  the  sky  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  soitls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength  ;  and  through  the 

road, 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

Watts. 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee; 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet! 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  ( 'hief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  view  thy  lace; 

<  >h,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

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1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 

Doddridge. 

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1  Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray, 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below ; 

Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say, 
.Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  Oh,  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word  ! 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

Watts. 


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2  Oh,  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 
And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away ; 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire — 
One  sinful  thought  through  all  the  day. 

3  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 
And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

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i   Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me, 
When  Sabbath  bells  awake  the  day, 
And,  by  their  sacred  minstrelsy, 
Call  me  from  earthly  cares  away. 

2  And  dear  to  me  the  winged  hour 
Spent  in  thy  hallowed  courts,  O  Lord ! 
To  feel  devotion's  soothing  power, 
And  catch  the  manna  of  thy  word. 

3  And  dear  to  me  the  loud  Amen, 
Which  echoes  through  the  blest  abode, 
Which   swells,  and   sinks,  and   swells 

again, 
Dies  on  the  walls,  but  lives  to  God. 

4.  Oft  when  the  world,  with  iron  hands, 
Has  bound  me  in  its  six  days'  chain, 
This  bursts  them,  like  the  strong  man's 
And  lets  my  spirit  loose  again,   [bands, 

5  Go,  man  of  pleasure,  strike  thy  lyre, 
Of  broken  Sabbaths  sing  the  charms ; 
Ours  be  the  prophet's  car  of  fire 
That  bears  us  to  a  Father's  arms. 

Cunningham. 


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2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  as- 

signs 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds  ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven, 
And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 

Vs  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  re- 
pose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
I-  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day 

In  holy  pleasures  pass  away. 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 


i    Swi.it  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there  ; 
for  these  blest  hours  the  world  l  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 
2  Season  of  rest  |  the  tranquil  soul 

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i  sees  the  smiling  heaven  above. 


3  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long ; 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

Edmeston. 

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i  Millions  within  thy  courts  have  met, 
Millions,  this  day,  before  thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces  Zion-ward  were  set, 
Vows  with  their  lips  to  thee  they  vowed. 

2  Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 
O'er  island,  continent,  or  deep, 
Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 
Sabbath,  all  round  the  world,  to  keep. 

3  From  east  to  west,  the  sun  surveyed, 
From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs  ; 
And  still,  when  evening  stretched  her 

shade, 
The  stars  came  out  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

1  lath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain,- 
To  those  in  trouble  thou  wert  nigh  : 
Not  one  hath  sought  thy  face  in  vain. 

5  Yet  one  prayer  more  ! — and  be  it  one, 
I  n  which  both  heaven  and  earth  accord 
Fulfill  thy  promise  to  thy  Son  j 

Let  all  that  breathe  call  Jesus  Lord! 

Montgomery. 


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And  thou  hast  taken  count  of  all, 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 
Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 
True  absolution  and  release  ; 


And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 
With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 
Do  more  than  pardon,  give  us  joy, 
Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty, 
And  simple  hearts  without  alloy 
That  only  long  to  be  like  thee. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc 


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My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring,  [shame, 
And,    mourning    o'er    my   guilt    and 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name  ; 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each   day's  scenes  and   labors 

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With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
Oh,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies  ! 

And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  clone, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 

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2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend, 
Where    friend    holds    fellowship   with 

friend  ; 
Tin  lugh  sundered  far, by  faith  they  meet? 
Around  one  common  mercy-scat. 

4  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more, 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to 

greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  Oh.  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  thy  mercy-seat !      Stowell. 

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1  My  Clod,  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 
From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
\  -  thai  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet, 

The  1  aim  and  b il)  hour  of  prayer? 

2  Then  is  my  strength  by  thee  renewed  ; 
'I  hen  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  thou  1  heer  my  solitude, 
With  <  lear   and   beauteous  h<  »p< 

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,  want  I  find  ; 


What  strength  for  warfare, balm  for  grief,. 
What  deep  and  cheerful  peace  of  mind  I 

4  Lord,  till  I  reach  the  blissful  shore, 
No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be, 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  faithful,  filial  prayer  to  thee ! 

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i  What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  clouds  with- 

draw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer   makes  the    Christian's  armor 

bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words?  ah!  think  again  ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

Wilh  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  1 1  ear  u  hit  the  Lord  hath  done  forme!" 

COWPEK. 


WORSHIP. 
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2  Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ! 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall 

wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake  ! 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  • 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  clew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and 

will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


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Ken. 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep, 
It  chases  from  thine  eyelids  sleep  ? 
To  thy  Redeemer  take  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 
Hast  thou  a  hope  with  which  thy  heart 
Would  almost  feel  it  death  to  part  ? 
Entreat  thy  God  that  hope  to  crown, 
Or  give  thee  strength  to  lay  it  down. 


3  Hast  thou  a  friend  whose  image  dear 
May  prove  an  idol  worshipped  here  ? 
Implore  the  Lord  that  nought  may  be 
A  shadow  between  heaven  and  thee. 

4  Whate'er  the  care  that  breaks  thy  rest,. 
■  Whate'er   the   wish    that    swells    thy 

breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 


1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies  : 

2  Oh,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 
The  appointed  duties  of  the  day; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3  But  I  shall  rove,  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God  my  Sun  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 
Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 

Watts. 


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TALLIS'    EVENING     HYMN.       L.   M. 


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Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  clone  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  clay. 

4  Oh,  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose  ; 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close, 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Ken. 

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i    Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known* 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
\nd  [,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home; 
Bui  he  forgives  my  lollies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  do"*i  n  to  sleep  : 

Pi  li  e  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  wat<  hful  stations  round  my  bed. 


4  Faith  in  his  Name  forbids  my  fear ; 
Oh,  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ; 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 

5  Thus,when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground ; 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Watts. 

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i  Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 
Oh  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  clays,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
"   And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And    yet    this   thoughtless,  wretched 

heart, 
Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus  ;  his  clear  name  alone 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close  ; 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  Name. 
Annk  Steele. 


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My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  thro'  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

Keble. 

37 

1  O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 
The  brethren  join  in  love  to  thee  ; 
On  thee  alone  their  heart  relies, 
Their  only  strength  thy  grace  supplies. 


2  How  sweet,  within  thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  thy  grace, 
Besieging  thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh,  may  we  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode; 
Oh,  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  thee, 
With  hearts  to  thee  more  wholly  given, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on 

heaven. 

5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love  ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 


38 


John  Chandler. 


i  While  now  upon  this  Sabbath  eve, 
Thy  house,  Almighty  God,  we  leave, 
'T  is  sweet,  as  sinks  the  setting  sun, 
To  think  on  all  our  duties  done. 

2  Oh  !  evermore  may  all  our  bliss 
Be  peaceful,  pure,  divine  like  this  ; 
And  may  each  Sabbath,  as  it  flies, 
Fit  us  for  joys  beyond  the  skies. 


24 


WORSHIP. 


EASTPORT.       C.  M. 


2  Oh,  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  world  in  gloom  ! 
Oh,  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell, 
By  his  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  his  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
Broken  beneath  his  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ■ 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand  thousand  voices  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
O'er  nations  yet  unborn. 

Barbauld. 

40 

1  And  now  another  wick  begins, 

This  day  we  call  the  Lord's  ; 
This  day  he  rose,  who  bore  our  sins — 
For  so  his  word  records. 

2  Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing! — 

Their  iroi<  es  fill  the  sky  ; 
They  hail  their  greal  victorious  King, 
And  welcome  him  on  high. 


3  We  '11  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise  ; 

May  we  their  rapture  feel ; 
Our  thankful  songs  with  theirs  we'll 
raise, 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4  Come  then,  ye  saints !   and  grateful  sing 

Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord — 

Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King— 

Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  word. 

5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour!   Thee  we  hail : 

High  on  thy  throne  above  ; 
Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
We  '11  sing  thy  matchless  love. 

Kelly. 

i  Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning 
rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  the  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  Lord,  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

Watts. 


WORSHIP. 
COLCHESTER.       C.  M. 


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2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  Oh,  may  the   Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Watts. 

43 

1  Within  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God, 

In  glory  now  appear  ; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thine  awful  seat  surround, 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart ; 
And  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
With  power  reach  every  heart 


3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain; 

Here  give  the  mourners  rest : 
Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

4  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

And  humble  prayer  arise, 
Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ. 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

44 

1  Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here, — * 
Oh  make  our  joys  the  same. 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  filled, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms, 
He  clasped  the  holy  child  ! 

3  "Thou  art  the  light  prepared  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

4  Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowering  charms! 
Scarce  shall  I    feel  death's  cold  em 
brace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 


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j    I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 
3   Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 
The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there, 
i  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 
And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  squl  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains: 
There  my  best  friends,mykindred,dwell; 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Watts. 

+6 

i    COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints! 
( >ur  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints. 

Low  at  thy  feel  we  bend. 
2  1  [owshould  our  songs,like  those  al 
With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
1 1    ■  mould  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 

Mounl  upward  to  the  skies  ! 


3  Come,  Lord  !  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ! 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  Let  thy  glory  shine. 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 

A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, 

Come,  great  Redeemer  !  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
Tnat  calls  thy  children  home. 

Steele. 

47 

i  My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face. 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays  ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  ( 'hrist  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 
I     There,  might)-  God,  thy  words  dc  <  \:v< 
The  secrets  of  thy  will  ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercj  tin  re 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

V  NTTS. 


WORSHIP. 
LANESBOROUGH.       C.  M. 


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2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand  ; 
And  they  must  drink,  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory,  and  thy  power, 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing,      watts. 

49 

i  I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below ; 
His  church  displays  his  grace  ; 
But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know, 
And  view  him  face  to  face. 
2  I  love  to  worship  at  his  feet, 
Though  sin  annoy  me  there  ; 
But  saints,  exalted  near  his  seat, 
Have  no  assaults  to  fear. 


I  love  to  meet  him  in  his  court, 
And  taste  his  heavenly  love  ; 

But  still  his  visits  seem  too  short, 
Or  I  too  soon  remove. 

4  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight ; 

He  hides,  and  all  is  pain : 
When  will  he  fix  me  in  his  sight, 
And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 

5  O  Lord,  I  love  thy  service  now ; 

Thy  church  displays  thy  power  , 

But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  bow 

And  praise  thee  evermore. 


Watts. 


SO 


This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 

And  praise  surround  the  throne. 
To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread. 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord — descend  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name 

To  save  our  sinful  race. 

Watts- 


28 


WORSHIP. 


MERTON.       C.  M. 


H.  K.  OLivf.s 


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2  'Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul 

Are  these  sweet  clays  of  love  ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above  ! 

3  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray  ; 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace  ; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
I  wait  to  see  thy  face.  Mason. 

52 

i   As  now  the  sun's  declining  rays 
At  eventide  descend  ; 


So  life's  brief  day  is  sinking  down 
To  its  appointed  end. 

2  Lord,    on    the  cross  thine  arms  were 

stretched, 
To  draw  thy  people  nigh  ■ 
Oh,  grant  us  then  that  cross  to  love, 
And  in  those  arms  to  die. 

3  All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

All  glory  to  the  Son, 
All  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  thee, 
While  endless  asres  run. 


WILNA. 


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53 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 

th  it  softens  all  our  woes  ; 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 
Her<   thou  m  ik'sl  thy  glories  known  ; 


Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 

Taste  thy  love,  and  sing  thy  praise. 
4    Thus,  with  sacred  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  ; 
Love,  and  long  it)  love  thee  more. 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 

1  i  i.  NBR. 


WORSHIP. 


29 


HUMMEL.       C.   M. 


7.EUNER. 


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2  'Twas  by  his  bidding  we  were  called 

In  pain  awhile  to  part ; 
'Tis  by  his  care  we  meet  again, 
And  gladness  fills  our  heart. 

3  Blest  be  the  hand  that  has  preserved 

Our  feet  from  every  snare  ; 
And  blest  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Which  to  this  hour  we  share. 

4  O  may  the  Spirit's  quickening  power 

Now  sanctify  our  joy, 
And  warm  our  zeal  in  works  of  love, 
Our  talents  to  employ. 

5  Fast,  fast  our  minutes  fly  away  ; 

Soon  shall  our  wanderings  cease  ; 
And  with  our  Father  we  shall  dwell, 
A  family  of  peace  ! 

Reed. 

55 

i  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 
Thy  presence  now  display  ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  : 
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And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow  ! 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  the  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 

Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

Newton. 


56 


i  Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 
I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free., 

'T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  btd 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  !  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to 

peace, 
I  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  clays, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

Needham. 


3o 


WORSHIP. 


WOODSTOCK. 


C.  M. 


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DUTTON. 


M^I 


From     ev  -  ery     cum  -  bering   care, 

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2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 


EDMESTON. 


C.  M. 


4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  cloth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  clay. 

Mrs.  Brown. 
Woodbury. 


i.  When  the  worn  spir-it  wants  re- pose,    And  sighs  her  God  to     seek,      How  sweet  to 


hail 


the  evening's  close,  That  ends  the  wea-ry  week,  That  ends  the  wea-ry    week. 


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2  How  welcome  is  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
Wli  n  first  the  soul  re\  i\  Ing  mom 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light. 

3  Blest  day!    thine  hours  too  soon  wil 

1  ease, 
Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 


Breathe,    heavenly    Spirit,   source  of 
peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

.]  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 
The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbathrlawn  which  needs  no  sun, 

That  day  which  fades  no  more? 

Bdmbston. 


WORSHIP, 


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BRATTLE     STREET.       C.  M.  Double. 

K       1  I   First  time. 


Arranged  by  L.  Mason. 

I  Second. 


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In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

Williams. 


6O 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Oh  may  it  grow  in  humble  hearts, 

And  righteous  fruits  abound. 
Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove, 
But  give  it  root  in  praying  souls 

To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

6l 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise, 

His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 

For  there  his  glory  dwells.  . 
Let  all  your  secret  passions  move 

While  you  rehearse  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 

Your  highest  praise  exceeds.      Watts. 


Cawood. 


32 


WORSHIP, 


Greatokex  Coll. 


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2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh,  with  what  peace  and  joy  and  love 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine. 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love ! 

A  boundless,  endless  store  ! 
Thy  praise  shall  fill  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

COWPER. 


6.1 


i   Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day! 
Begone,  disturbing  cure  ! 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 
To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  I  [ow  sweel  the  tear  of  penitence, 

B  fore  his  throne  of  gra<  e, 
While  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
II-  shows  his  smiling  fai 

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And  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs, 
and  fears, 
To  trust  his  love  for  all. 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 
To  his  fair  home  on  high. 

5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest.  Bacon. 


64 


1  A  throne  of  grace  !  then  let  us  go 

And  offer  up  our  prayer ; 
A  gracious  God  will  mercy  show 
To  all  that  worship  there. 

2  A  throne  of  grace  !  oh,  at  that  throne 

Our  knees  have  often  bent ! 
And  God  has  showered  his  blessings 
down 
As  often  as  we  went. 

3  A  throne" of  grace  !  rejoice,  ye  saints  ; 

That  throne  is  open  still  ; 
To  God  unbosom  your  complaints, 
And  then  inquire  his  will. 

4  A  throne  of  grace  we  yet  shall  need 

Long  as  we  draw  our  breath, 
A  Saviour,  too,  to  intercede, 
Till  we  are  changed  by  death. 


WORSHIP. 


33 


BYEFIELD.       C.  M. 


T.  Hastings. 


65 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high, 
t  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air : 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry — "  Behold  he  prays  !" 

6  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God — 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ■ 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

Montgomery. 

66 

1  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 

Beneath  the  wing  of  night ; 
There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 


3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs  ; 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky ; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs  ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there's  a  power  which  man  can  wield 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach, 
That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on 

high, 
Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne  ; 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the 

world, 
To  bring  salvation  down  ! 


67 


1  Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came  ; 

Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 

And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourning  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear  ; 
To  him  there's  music  in  a  sigh, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied, 

Since  he  for  sinners  intercedes, 

Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

Beddome. 


54 


WORSHIP. 


AIN.       S.   M 

Co  ngrega  t  to  n . 


CORELLI. 


I.  Come,  we     that   love     the       Lord,         And      let     our    joys     be      known ;      Join 


in        a         song  with  sweet    ac   -    cord,        And      thus    sur-round  the     throne. 


2.  Let     those      re  -  fuse     to       sing 
Clieir. 


Who    nev  -  er     knew  our     God, 


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3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're     marching     thro'     Emmanuel' 
mikI 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high,      watts. 

69 

1    Swi  it  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
I  hy  glorious  acts  to  sing 


To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  hour, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell  ; 
And   when   the   night-wind   shuts   the 
flower, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee 
best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

s-   To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


WORSHIP, 


35 


LISBON.       S.  M. 


Read. 


i.  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,     That  saw  the  Lord   a  -  rise  !     Wel-come   to  this   re  -  viving  breast, 


And  these  re- joic  -  ing    eyes!     Wel-come  to  this     re  -  viving  breast,  And  these  re- joic  -  ing    eyes! 


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2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  may  we  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss.  Watts. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  our  might, 

With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 
To  praise  the  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  his  holy  house, 

And  this  his  festal  day, 
When  he  accepts  the  humblest  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given  ; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven.       lyte. 

72 

1  How  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 


2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

/—  *  Stennett. 

/    v> 

1  How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  praises  join  ! 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine ! 

2  These  seasons  of  delight 

The  dawn  of  glory  seem, 
Like  rays  of  pure  celestial  light, 
Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 

3  Oh,  blest  assurance  this  ! 

Bright  morn  of  heavenly  day  ; 
Sweet  foretaste  of  eternal  bliss, 
That  cheers  the  pilgrim's  way. 

74 

1  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  wilt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

2  Thy  name  salvation  is, 

Which  here  we  come  to  prove  ; 
Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 
And  everlasting  love.         c.  Wesley. 


36 


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DENNIS.       S.  M. 


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2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 

For  ye  have  felt  his  love  ; 
Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be 
dumb, 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne 

Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 
Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all, — 
Who  seest  the  tear  of  misery, 

And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call, — 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling-place 

Bear  i  >ur  frail  spirits  on, 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 


76 


li.  Taylor. 


1  Come  at  the  morning  hour, 

Come,  [el  US  kneel  and  pray; 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

( )f  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 


Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 

Around  its  altar,  pray  ; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  vails  our  eyes, 

Oh,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray. 

11 

1  This  is  the  day  of  light : 

Let  there  be  light  to-day  : 
O  Day-spring,  rise  upon  our  night, 
And  chase  its  gloom  away. 

2  This  is  the  day  of  rest : 

Our  failing  strength  renew  ! 
On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  thou  thy  freshening  dew. 

3  This  is  the  day  of  peace  : 

Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill ; 
Bid  thou  the  blast  of  discord  cease, 
The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

4  This  is  the  day  of  prayer  : 

Let  earth  to  heaven  draw  near  ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts  to  seek  thee  there  ; 
Come  down  to  meet  us  here. 

5  This  is  the  first  of  days  ; 

Send  forth  thy  quickening  breath, 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  loveand  praise, 
O  Vanquisher  of  death  I 

I.    El  I  I'  IV  1 1  >N. 


WORSHIP. 


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2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now  ; 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er  : 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore  ! 

John  Mason  Neale. 

79 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  tay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 


O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love.         Lelanu. 
80 

1  The  day  of  praise  is  done  ; 

The  evening  shadows  fall ; 
Yet  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun, 
True  Light  that  lightenest  all. 

2  Around  thy  throne  on  high, 

Where  night  can  never  be, 
The  white-robed  harpers  of  the  sky 
Bring  ceaseless  songs  to  thee. 

3  Too  faint  our  anthems  here  ; 

Too  soon  of  praise  we  tire  ; 
But  oh,  the  strains  how  full  and  cleat 
Of  that  eternal  choir ! 

4  Yet,  Lord,  to  thy  dear  will 

If  thou  attune  the  heart, 

We  in  thine  angels'  music  still 

May  bear  our  lower  part. 

8l 

1  Lord,  at  this  closing  hour, 

Establish  every  heart 
Upon  thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 
To  keep  us  when  we  part. 

2  Peace  to  our  brethren  give  ; 

Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 
.  And  seek  our  rest  above. 

E.  T.  Fitch. 


Steele. 


WORSHIP. 


HOLLEY.       7s. 


Geo.  Hews. 


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2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth,  as  daylight  fades ; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose 

At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad  ; 
Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

4  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshipper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

5  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

S.   F.  Smith. 


83 


Ere  another  Sabbath's  close, 
Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord  !  our  song  ascends  to  thee  ; 
At  thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  heaven. 


3  Cold  our  services  have  been  ; 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin  ; 
But  thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive  ; 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

4  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead  ! 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

5  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 


84 


1  For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer  : 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong  ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 
And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 

Nbwton. 


WORSHIP. 


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2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity ; 


Then  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

4  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  : 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

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86 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence, 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

\V.    SlilKLEV. 

87 

1  God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us  ; 

Iiless,  oh  bless  us,  ere  we  go  ; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 
Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow : 

Saviour,  keep  us, 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 

2  May  we  live  in  view  of  heaven, 

W'hrr,-  we  hope  t<>  see  thy  face; 
Save  us  from  unhallowed  leaven, 
All  that  mighl  obscure  thy  grace; 

ECeep  us  walking 
K.M  h  in  his  appointed  place. 


3  As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 
To  the  place  we  call  our  home, 
May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 
Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come; 

And,  when  dying, 
May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

Kelly. 

88 

1  Keep  us,  Lord,  oh  keep  us  ever ; 

Vain  our  hope,  if  left  by  thee  ; 
We  are  thine,  oh  leave  us  never 
Till  thy  glorious  face  we  see  : 

Then  to  praise  thee 
Through  a  blight  eternity. 

2  Precious  is  thy  word  of  promise, 

Precious  to  thy  people  here  ; 

Never  take  thy  presence  from  us, 

Jesus,  Saviour,  still  be  near: 

Living,  (King, 

May  thy  name  our  spirits  cheer. 

Kelly. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  1 


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2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  on  all  around  I  see  ; 

0  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me. 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour, 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Who  like  thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless  • 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes  ; 

Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies  ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me.  lyte. 


ASPINWALL.       Chant. 


H.    LODER. 


I.  Abide  with  me  !  fast  falls  the    ev-en-tide,     The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with  me  a-bide : 


When  other  helpers  fail,  and    comforts  flee,     Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  a-bide  wic'h  me. 


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90 

2  Oh,  the  lost,  the  unforgotten, 

Though  the  world  be  oft  forgot ; 
Oh,  the  shrouded  and  the  lonely, 
In  our  hearts  they  perish  not. 

3  Living  in  the  silent  hours, 

Where  our  spirits  only  blend, 
They,  unlinked  with  earthly  trouble, 
We  still  hoping  for  its  end. 

4  How  such  holy  memories  cluster, 

Like  the  stars  when  storms  are  past, 
Pointing  up  to  that  fair  heaven 
We  may  hope  to  gain  at  last. 

91 

1  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 

For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me 

In  the  bright  days  of  the  past  ; 
But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 
And  1  linger  here  at  last. 

3  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows  ; 

Paler  now  the  glowing   west  ; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 
A   I  eeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness! 
While  I  sleepj  still  watch  by  me. 


5  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 
Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast 
Till  the  morning ;  then  awake  me — 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 

Mrs.  C.  Smith. 
92 

i  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 
Keep  we  watch  lest  foes  alarm  ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless ; 
Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor. 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Seek  we  then  the  Lord's  Anointed  , 

He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest: 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed 
Who  to  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

Lyte. 

93 

1  Lo,  the  day  of  rest  declineth, 

Gather  fast  the  shades  of  night ; 
May  the  Sun  which  ever  shineth, 
Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light  ! 

2  While  thine  ear  of  love  addressing, 

Thus  our  parting  hymn  we  sing, 

Father,  grant  thine  evening  Messing, 

Fold  us  sale  beneath  thy  wing  ! 

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2  Father  in  heaven !  oh,  hear  when  we  call ! 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all ; 
Feeble  and  fainting  we  trust  in  thy  might, 
In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our  light ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper  burns, 
Wake  in  thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 
Father,  have  mercy,  &c. 


44  WORSHIP. 

SWEET     HOUR     OF     PRAYER.       L.   M. 


Wm.  B.  Brapbury. 


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Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness, 

Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless  ; 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 

I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 

May  I  thy  consolation  share  ; 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 

I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  (light  ; 

Tin's  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 

Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


FANNV  (    ROSBV 


WORSHIP. 


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Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 

And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 
Oh,  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 

And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought! 

God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 

With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 

Henceforth,  for  e  ermore  ! 


Montgomery. 


97 


Let  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 

But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light ; 

I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vow?  <rt  night. 
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Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 

Beneath  thy  holy  rod. 

But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 


Watts. 


98 


My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great, 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

His  power  subdues  our  sins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread  ; 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


Watts. 


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Dr.  Burney. 


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i   Praise  ye  the  Lord,  his  servants,  raise 
Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  ; 
His  presence  seek,  his  name  adore  ; 
Oh.  praise  the  Lord  forevermore. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
The  Lord  in  glory  reigns  on  high  : 
The  best  is  vile,  the  brightest  dim, 
The  loftiest  low,  compared  with  him. 

3  Yet  suppliant  misery's  fainting  groan 
Can  reach  him  on  his  lofty  throne  ; 
And  all  the  Godhead  from  above 
Flows  down  in  niching  grace  and  love. 

4  Lord,  to  our  feeble  cry  attend  ; 

B    still  the  contrite  sinner's  friend  ; 
Still  mark  our  wants,  and  hear  our  plea, 
And  bear  us  on  to  heaven  and  thee. 

IOO 

I  O  BLESSED  God,  to  thee  I  raise 

My  voi(  e  in  thankful  hymns  of  praise  ; 
And  when  my  voice  shall  silent  be, 
My  silence  shall  be  praise  to  thee. 

'c   For  voice  and  silence  both  impart 
Tip'  lili.il  homage  of  my  heart  ; 


And  both  alike  are  understood 
By  thee,  thou  Parent  of  all  good. 

3  Thy  grace  is  all  unsearchable, 
Thy  care  for  me  no  tongue  can  tell : 
Thou  lov'st  my  loudest  praise  to  hear, 
And  lov'st  to  bless  my  voiceless  prayer. 

IOI 

i   O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 
Thou  Brightness  of  thy  Father's  face, 
Thou  Fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of 

night ! 

2  Come,  holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Send  down  thy  radiance  from  above  ; 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  raw 

3  ( )h,  hallowed  thus  be  every  day  ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright 

4  O  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn, 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  is  borne: 
( )h,  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

( )ur  Saviour  and  our  God  in  thee ! 

(    II  ANIH.RJt 


WORSH  IP, 


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IO4 

1  Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven, 

All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will  be  done 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 

2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  ; 

And  as  we  those  forgive 
Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgiving  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not ; 

From  evil  set  us  free  ; 
And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 
And  glory,  ever  be.  Judson. 

IO5 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 

Once  more  to  God  we  pray 
That  he,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  our  souls  this  day. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove  ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow,  ■ 

O  Christ,  securely  fenje 
Our  gates  beleaguer'd  by  the  foe, — 
The  gate  of  every  sense.       Ambrose. 


I02 

2  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

Our  sins  may  be  forgiven ! 
With  filial  confidence  to  say, 
"  Father,  who  art  in  heaven  !  " 

3  How  sweet  the  words  of  peace  to  hear 

From  him  to  whom  'tis  given 
To  wake  the  penitential  tear, 
And  lead  the  way  to  heaven  ! 

4  Then  hail,  thou  sacred,  blessed  day, 

The  best  of  all  the  seven, 
When  hearts  unite  their  vows  to  pay 
Of  gratitude  to  heaven  !     Mrs.  Follen. 

IO3 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation,  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 

Oh,  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  thy  children  hide  : 


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2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought 

thee, 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  • 
Found   thee  lost  and  kindly  brought 
thee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away j 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express: 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless : 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise  ; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 
IO7  Kky- 

Hi  \vk\-i.v  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us, 

I  hrough  our  pilgrimage  below, 
And  beside  the  waters  lead  us, 

Where  thy  (lock  rejoicing  go. 


Lord,  thy  guardian  presence  ever, 
Meekly  bending,  we  implore  ; 

We  have  found  thee,  and  would  never, 
Never  wander  from  thee  more. 

BlCKERSTETH. 
IO8 

i   Saviour  !  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  eyelids  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 
Thou  canst  save,    and    thou    canst 
heal. 
Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us— 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 

2   Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary 
Darkness  can  not  hide  from  thee: 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 

Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 
Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake 
us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 

Edmeston. 


GOD. 


DUKE     STREET.       L.   M. 


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2  O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 

Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  lay 

Along  the  realms  of  upper  day ! 

3  O  Holy  Spirit  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 
Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and 
heav'n ! 

4  O  God  triune,  to  thee  we  owe 

Our  every  thought,  our  every  song ; 
And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 

From    saint    and    seraph's    burning 
tongue  !  j.  w.  Eastburne. 

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1  Father  of  heaven!  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son  !   incarnate  Word  ! 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 


3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  thy  quick'ning  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah  !  Father,  Spirit,  Son  ! 
Mysterious  Godhead  !  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend  ! 

Ill  J'  C°0PER- 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord  ! 

We  praise  thy  Name  with  one  accord  ; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  thee. 

2  To  thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 

And  ceaseless  raise  their  songs  on  high, 

Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  therein. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  thiong; 
The  prophets  swell  the  immortal  song ; 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  thy  praise. 

4  Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King 

Thee,  O  Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  sing : 
Thus  "earth  below,  and  heaven  above. 
Resound  thy  glory  and  thy  love. 


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And  now  he  lives  and  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  : 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  Clod,  to  thee 

I;    endless  honors  done, 
The-  undivided  Three, 

The  great  and  glorious  (  me  : 
Where  reason  fails,  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails  and  love  adores. 

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i  To  him  that  chose  us  first, 

Before  the  world  began  ; 

To  him  that  bore  the  curse 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

To  him  that  formed  our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endless  praise  and  glory  duv. 

2  The  father's  love  shall  run 

Through  our  immortal  songs  ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 

Hosannas  on  our  tongues  ; 
Our  lips  address  the  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praise  and  zeal  the  same. 

3  Let  every  saint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
Forever  bless  and  love 

The  sacred  Three  in  ( >nc  ; 
Thus    heaven    shall    raise    his  honors 

high, 
When  earth  and  time  grow  old  and  die. 

Watts. 


THE     TRINITY. 


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Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness,  On  us  descend  ! 

3  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart,  Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity  Love  and  adore. 

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1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"  Let  there  be  light." 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 


C.  Wesley. 


Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

"  Let  there  be  light." 
3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace  ; 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

"  Let  there  be  light."        Marriott 

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1  Father  of  love  and  power, 
Guard  thou  our  evening  hour, 

Shield  with  thy  might ; 
For  all  thy  care  this  day 
Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay, 
And  to  our  Father  pray, 

Bless  us  to-night. 

2  Jesus  Immanuel, 

Come  in  thy  love  to  dwell 

In  hearts  contrite  ; 
For  many  sins  we  grieve, 
But  we  thy  grace  receive, 
And  in  thy  word  believe  ; 

Bless  us  to-night. 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Shed  forth  thy  light  ; 
Heal  every  sinner's  smart, 
Still  every  throbbing  heart, 
And  thine  own  peace  impart : 

Bless  us  to-night. 

Rawson. 


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Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And  when,  like    wand 'ring  sheep  we 

strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care — 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates,  with   thankful 

songs, 
High,  as  the  heaven,  our  voices  raise  ; 
And    earth,    with    her    ten   thousand 

tongues, 
Shall    fill    thy    courts    with    sounding 

praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 
Vasl  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

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i  Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
\'v  fore  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King; 
Serve  him  withi  heerful  heart  and  voice  ; 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 


2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind, 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mere}'  sure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Watts. 
119 

i  With  deepest  reverence  at  thy  throne, 
Jehovah,  peerless  and  unknown  ! 
Our  feeble  spirits  strive,  in  vain, 
A  glimpse  of  thee,  great  God  !  to  gain. 

2  Who,  by  the  closest  search,  can  find 
The  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 

Nor  men,  nor  angels  can  explore 
Thy    heights  of   love,  thy  depths  of 

power. 

3  That  power  we  trace  on  every  side  ; 
( )h  !  may  thy  wisdom  be  our  guide ! 
And  while  we  live,  and  when  we  die. 
May  thine  almighty  love  be  nigh. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD 
CREATION.       L.  M. 


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2  How  vasthis  knowledge!  how  profound! 
A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are 

drowned  ! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Thro'  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption,  oh,  what  grace  ! 
Its  wonders,  oh,  what  thought  can  trace! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright ; 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

Needham. 

121 

i  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above   the  heavens,  where    angels 
dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed  ;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  his  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
His  wondrous  goodness  to  proclaim. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 


122 

i  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And     spangled    heavens,    a    shining 

frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display. 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burnf 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine — 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.'' 


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2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast — but  numberless  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise? 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford ; 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  : 

His  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

Tate  &  Braby. 
124 

i  Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise  : 
But,  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme? 

z   Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
i  1  ■  glory  like  a  garment  wears  ; 
To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 
Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  oui-  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power  with  wisdom  shines  ; 

1 1  i^  works,  thro'  all  lliiswondmus  frame, 
I  >eclare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 

I  >o  thou,  inv  soul,  his  glories  sin-  ; 


And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  list'ning  worlds  shall  join  the  song! 

Blacklock. 

125 

1  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song  ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs   re- 
hearse ; 

His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  shakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known  ; 
Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

3  Proclaim  himKing,pronouncehim  blest; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Watts. 

126 

1  0  PRAISE  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place 
From  whence  his  goodness  largely  ilows; 
Praise  him  in  heav'n,  where  he  his  face 
Unveiled  in  perfect  glory  shows. 

2  Praise  him  for  all  the  mighty  nets 
Which  he  in  our  behalf  hath  done  ; 
His  kindness  this  return  exacts, 
With  which  our  praise  should  equal  run. 

3  Le1  all,  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 
The  breath  he  doth  to  them  afford 
In  just  returns  <>f  praise  employ  ; 
Let  every  creature  praise  'he  Lord. 

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2  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  his  command  ; 
The   strength  of  hills  that  threat  the 

skies, 
Subjected  to  his  empire  lies. 

3  The  rolling  ocean's  vast  abyss 

By  the  same  sovereign  right  is  his  ; 
'Tis  moved  by  his  almighty  hand, 
That  formed  and  fixed  the  solid  land. 

4  Oh,  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  : 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

„  Tate  &  Brady. 

125 

i  Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

2  Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  spoke  and  spread  the  skies  abroad. 

3  Oh,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith  ; 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 


4  Then,   should   the   earth's   old  pillars 

shake, 

And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 

Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

Watts. 
129 

1  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures 

dwell ! 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  all  around  you  sings  ? 
Oh  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings ! 

3  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

4  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

Oh  !  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ; 
But  saints  who  best  have  known  the 

Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

5  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord  ; 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Watts. 


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3  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  : 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'T  is  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join, 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Watts. 
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1  Let  /ion  in  her  King  rejoice, 
Though  tyrants  rage,   and    kingdoms 

rise. 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice — 
The  nations  melt — the  tumult  dies. 

2  From  sea  to  sea, through  all  the  shores, 
lie  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  pe  u  e 

3  "  Be  still — and  learn  that  I  am  God  ; 
I'll  he  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

I  will  he  known  and  feared  abn  1 

1;  it    .till  my  throne  iii  /.inn  stands." 

4  ( )  Lord  of  hosts,  Almighty  King ! 

V  I  ile  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 


Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

W  ATTS. 
132 

i  There  is  a  God! — all  nature  speaks, 
Thro'  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies; 
See  !  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
And  bow  before  him,  and  adore. 

Steele. 

I33 

1  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power. 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  oi'  angels  sing  ; 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
L«  t  s. lints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  oh,  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  till  ; 

Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  fa<  e, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 
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-i  To  thee  all  angels  loudly  cry ; 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high, 
Cherubs  and  seraphim,  proclaim, 
And  cry,  Thrice  holy  to  thy  name ! 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  presence  bright, 
Fills  heaven  and  earth  with  beauteous 

light; 
The  apostles'  happy  company, 
And  ancient  prophets,  all  praise  thee. 

4  The  crowned  martyrs'  noble  host, 
The  holy  church  in  every  coast, 
Their  Maker  for  their  Father  own, 
Now  reconciled  in  Christ  his  Son. 

i  Yes,  God  is  good  ;  in  earth  and  sky, 
From    ocean  -  depths     and   spreading 

wood, 
Ten  thousand  voices  seem  to  cry, 
"God  made  us  all,  and  God  is  good." 

2  The  sun  that  keeps  his  trackless  way, 
And  downward  pours  his  golden  flood, 
Night's  sparkling  hosts,  all  seem  to  say,  j  3 
In  accents  clear,  that  God  is  good. 

3  The  merry  birds  prolong  the  strain, 
Their  song  with  every  spring  renewed  ; 
And  balmy  air,  and  falling  rain, 
Each  softly  whisper,  "  God  is  good." 

4  I  hear  it  in  the  rushing  breeze  ; 
The  hills  that  have  for  ages  stood, 


The  echoing  sky  and  roaring  seas, 
All  swell  the  chorus,  "God  is  good." 
Yes,  God  is  good,  all  Nature  says, 
By  God's  own  hand  with  speech  en- 
dued ; 
And  man,  in  louder  notes  of  praise, 
Should  sing  for  joy  that  God  is  good. 
For  all  thy  gifts  we  bless  thee,  Lord  ; 
But  chiefly  for  our  heavenly  food, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace,   thy   quick'ninrj 

word  ; 
These  prompt  our  song,thatGod  is  good. 

John  H.  Gurney. 

36 

Praise  ye  the  Lord;  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  last. 
Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,and  seas,  with  all  their  train; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'oppress'd,he  feeds  thepoor; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 
He  loves  the  saints;  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 


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2  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be! 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes  ! 

3  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon, 
Vanish  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  taper  dies  at  noon. 

4  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and 

rave, 
I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

5  Great  All  in  All,  Eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 

And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

Watts. 
I38 

i   Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 
through  : 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  (ire  ling  power  I  stand; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 


Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  Oh !    may  these  thoughts  possess  my 

breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Watts. 

r39 

1  Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  He  teeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  we  stray  ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

4  0  let  us,  then,  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
How  great   his  works — how   kind    his 

ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


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2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

4  But    who    can    speak    thy    wondrous 

deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds: 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ! 
Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise  ! 

Watts. 
141 

i  The  Lord  is  King !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring : 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King  ! 

2  The  Lord  is  King  !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  ? 
Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways  : 

Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

3  The  Lord  is  King !   exalt  your  strains, 
Ye    saints ;    your   God,   your    Father 

reigns  ; 
One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures : 
He   reigns, — and    life    and  death  are 

yours. 


4  Oh,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, — 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King ! 

CONDER. 
142 

i  With    all   my  powers    of   heart   and 
tongue, 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise. 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes: 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my 
soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

Watts. 

r43 

1  Great  is  the  Lord 

frame, 

An  honor  equal  to  his  name  ? 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise  ! 

2  Thy  glory,  fearless  of  decline, 
Thy,  glory,  Lord,  shall  ever  shine  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  still  our  breath  employ 
Till  we  shall  rise  to  endless  joy. 


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2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  by  his  word  : 
He  is  our  Shepherd :  we,  the  sheep 
His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Come,  let  us  turn,  with  holy  fear, 
To  him  who  now  invites  us  near  ; 
Accept  the  offered  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

3   Come,  seize  the  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest; 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blest. 

Watts. 

i   Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies, 
The  Lord  that  reared  this  stately  frame; 
Let  all  the  nations  sound  his  praise, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  formed  the  seas,  and   formed  the 

hills, 
Made  every  drop  and  every  dust, 
\  iture  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  pushed  them  into  motion  first. 

3  Now,  from  his  high,  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 


He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hasty  years. 

4  Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last, 
Till  all  his  saints  are  gathered  in  ; 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blast 
To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again  ! 

5  Yet,   when    the    sound  shall  tear  the 

skies, 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heaven  and  earth  for  you. 


I46 


Watts. 


1  Thy  works  proclaim  thy  glory,  Lord  : 
The  blooming  fields,  the  singing  bird, 
The  tempests  and  the  sunny  hour, 
Show  forth  thy  goodness  and  thy  power. 

2  And  when  the  setting  sun  declines, 
I  view  thee  in  its  brilliant  lines  : 
Those  tints  so  beautiful  and  bright 
Teach  me  the  Author  of  all  light. 

3  GreatGod,  how  should  our  worship  rise 
To  thee, who  formed  the  earth  and  skies! 
The  things  that  creep  and  tilings  that 

fly 
Are  view'd  by  thine  all-seeing  eye. 

4  Then  will  I  still  adore  thy  Name, 
Thou  who  forever  art  the  same  ; 
But  vet  thy  grace  and  mercy,  Lord, 
Shine  brightest  in  tin  holy  word. 


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2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

5  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 

Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  thro', 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 
Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour  : 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on   his  truth,  and   armed  with 

power.  Watts. 

148 

1  My  God,  I  love  and  I  adore  ; 

But  souls  that  love  would  know  thee 

more : 
Wilt  thou  forever  hide,  and  stand 
Behind  the  labors  of  thy  hand  ? 
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2  Thy  hand,  great  God,  sustains  the  poles 
On  which  this  huge  creation  rolls  ; 
The  starry  arch  proclaims  thy  power  ; 
Thy  pencil  glows  in  every  flower. 

3  Across  the  waves,  around  the  sky, 
There's  not  a  spot,  or  deep  or  high, 
Where  the  Creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footsteps  of  a  God. 

4  Fain  would  I  trace  the  immortal  way 
That  leads  to  courts  of  endless  day, 
Where  the  Creator  stands  confessed, 
In  his  own  fairest  glories  dressed. 

149 

1  There's  nothing  bright,  above,  below, 
From  flowers  that  bloom  to  stars  that 

glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 
Some  features  of  the  Deity. 

2  There's  nothing  dark,  below,  above, 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love, 
And  meekly  wait  the  moment  when 
Thy  touch  shall  make  all  bright  again. 

3  The  light,  the  dark,  where'er  I  look, 
Shall  be  one  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  may  read,  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 

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2  Thou  great  and  good, thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy   son,    thy   servant,    bought   with 
blood. 

3  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  q{  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Watts. 

i  Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st   the  moun- 
tain's height, 
And    mak'st    the  cliffs  with    sunshine 

bright, 
Oh,  grant  that  we  may  own  thy  hand 
No  less  in  every  grain  of  sand  ! 

2  With  forests  huge,  of  dateless  time, 
Thy  will  has  hung  each  peak  Sublime  ; 
Bui  withered  leaves  beneath  the  tree 

I  l.r.  e  tongues  thai  tell  as  loud  of  thee. 

3  Teat  li  us  that  not  a  leaf  can  grow 
Till  life  from  thee  within  it  flow  ; 

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i   Great  Former  of  this  various  frame, 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name, 
And  bow  and  tremble,  while  they  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun  ; 
And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast, 
Before  the  moth  we  sink  to  dust. 

3  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground  ; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies- — 

4  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

Doddridge. 
153 

1  Wait,  0  my  soul  !   thy  Maker's  will  ; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still  ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals  : 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
Thai  what  he  docs  is  <-\  er  best. 

I  ll   I'luiMK. 


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How  surely  kept !  how  richly  fed  ! 
Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 
How  happy  they  who  rest  in  thee. 

The  year  is  with  thy  goodness  crowned  ; 
Thy  clouds  drop  wealth  the  world  a- 

round  ; 
Through  thee  the  deserts  laugh  and 

sing, 
And  nature  smiles  and  owns  her  King. 

Lord,  on  our  souls  thy  Spirit  pour  ■ 
The  moral  waste  within  restore  ; 
Oh,  let  thy  love  our  spring-tide  be, 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  thee. 

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i  Lord,  from  thy  unexhausted  store, 
Thy  rain  relieves  the  thirsty  ground, 
Makes  lands  that  barren  were  before, 
With  corn  and  useful  fruits  abound. 

2  On  rising  ridges  down  it  pours, 
And  every  furrowed  valley  fills  : 
Thou  mak'st  them    soft   with   gentle 

showers, 
In  which  a  blest  increase  distils. 

3  Thy  goodness  does  the  circling  year 
With  fresh  returns  of  plenty  crown  ; 
And  where  thy  glorious  paths  appear, 
The  fruitful  clouds  drop  fatness  down. 

4  They  drop  on  barren  deserts,  changed 
By  them  to  pastures  fresh  and  green  : 
The  hills  about,  in  order  ranged, 

In  beauteous  robes  of  joy  are  seen. 

5  Large  flocks  with  fleecy  wool  adorn 
The  cheerful  downs  ;  the  valleys  bring 
A  plenteous  crop  of  full-eared  corn, 
And  seem,  for  joy,  to  shout  and  sing. 

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1  Praise,  Lord,  for  thee  in  Zion  waits  ; 
Prayer  shall  besiege  thy  temple  gates  ; 
All  flesh  shall  to  thy  throne  repair, 
And    find    through    Christ    salvation 
there. 


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1  Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  ; 
Who  is  a  God,  beside  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock ; 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  he  broke  : 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

Watts. 


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GOD. 


STONEFIELD.       L.  M. 


Stanley. 


i.  With  glo   -    ry   clad,  with  strength  arrayed,  The  Lord,  that  o'er      all     na  -  ture  reigns, 


The  world's  founda  -  tion    strong-ly    laid,     And  the     vast  fab  -  ric     still    sus-tains. 


157 

2  How  sure  established  is  thy  throne  ! 

Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see ; 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 
Art  God  from  all  eternity. 

3  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And  toss  the  troubled  waves  on  high  ; 
But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

„  O  Tate  &  Brady. 

t  What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil, 
Can  fathom  the  eternal  mind? 
Or  who  the  Almighty  Three  in  One, 
By  searching  to  perfection  find  ? 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 
Harmonious,  their  adoring  songs  ; 
The  laboring  thought  sinks  down  op- 
pressed, 

And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 
A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing  ; 

And  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 

My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

E.  Scott. 

159 

i  O  thou,  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide  ; 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spenl  ! 
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2  All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove, 

To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love  ; 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

3  To  them  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 
Their  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 
They  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 
But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot  ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

l60  Gu'ON- 

1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  Rock, 
A  Fortress  and  Defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  Deliverer  art,  O  God  ; 
My  trust  is  in  thy  mighty  power, 
Thou  art  my  Shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  Safeguard  and  my  Tower. 

3  To  thee  will  I  address  my  prayer, 
To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe; 
So  shall  I,  by  thy  watchful  care, 

Be  guarded  safe  from  every  foe. 

Tate  &  Brady. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD 
DUKE     STREET.       L.   M. 


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2  Long  hadst  thou  reign 'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man  ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,wasjust — 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away ;  our  life's  a  dream — 
An  empty  tale — a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Watts. 
l62 

i  God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall   sound  thy 

praise ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest, 
And   grief  would  tear  my  throbbing 

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Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 


3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  thro' my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But,  oh,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 

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i  Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  ; 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law, 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  works  what  wisdom  shines! 
He  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs  ; 
His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill, 

The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  Thus  glorious,  will  he  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join, 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  is  mine. 

Watts. 


66 


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LOUVAN.       L.  M 


C.  Taylor. 


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How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ? 

5   His  everlasting  love  is  sure 

To  all  his  saints,  and  shall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Watts. 

166 

i   Lord  of  all  being  ;  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  names  from  sun  and  star ; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near ! 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day  ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn  ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  thy  mercy's  sign  ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine! 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 
Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth   is 

love, 

Before  thy  ever  blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  dee. 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 

(  me  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame ! 

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What  in  my  coming  life  shall  be  ; 
Enough  for  me  if  love  divine, 
At  length  thro'  every  cloud  shall  shine. 
Are  darkness  and  distress  my  share? 
Then  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care  ; 
If  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praise. 
Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below, 
That  Christ  be  mine  ; — this  great  re- 
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How  linn  his  truth!  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 
Not  half  so  high  his  pow<  r  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise. 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 
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The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgh  ing  gran-  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  lows. 
How  slowly  dodi  his  wrath  arise! 
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2  God  of  our  lives  !  the  throbbing  heart 
Doth  at  thy  beck  its  action  start, — 
Throbs  on,  obedient  to  thy  will, 

Or  ceases,  at  thy  fatal  chill. 

3  God  of  eternal  life  !  thy  love 
Doth  every  stain  of  sin  remove  ; 

The  cross,  the  cross — its  hallowed  light 
Shall  drive  from  earth   her  cheerless 
night. 

4  God  of  all  goodness  !  to  the  skies 
Our  hearts  in  grateful  anthems  rise  ; 
And  to  thy  service  shall  be  given 
The  rest  of  life — the  whole  of  heaven. 

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l68 

i  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
That  vails  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  : 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 
Whence    all    our   hope    and    comfort 

springs  ; 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There,  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

Watts. 


i  Lord  God  of  hosts,  by  all  adored  ! 
Thy  name  we  praise  with  one  accord ; 
The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  thee, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  majesty. 

2  Loud  hallelujahs  to  thy  name 
Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim  ; 
Eternal  praise  to  thee  is  given 

By  all  the  pow'rs  and  thrones  in  heav'n. 

3  Th'  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng, 
The  prophets  aid  to  swell  the  song, 
The  noble  and  triumphant  host 

Of  martyrs  make  of  thee  their  boast. 

4  The  holy  church  in  every  place 
Throughout  the  world  exalts  thy  praise; 
Both  heav'n  and  earth  do  worship  thee, 
Thou  Father  of  eternity ! 

5  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee  ■ 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  forevermore. 


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NEWCOURT.       L.   P.   M. 


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Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky 
And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure, 
He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns  ; 

Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage: 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures.  watts. 

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1  L1.1  .ill  the  earth  their  voia  s  raise, 
ing  the  <  hoicesl  psalm  of  praise  ; 
To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name  : 


His  glory  let  the  heathen  know  ; 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show  ; 
And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 
And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there. 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright ! 
His  temple,  how  divinely  fair  ! 

3  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 
And  heathen  nations  fear  his  name  ! 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Watts. 
DOXOLOGY. 

Now  to  the  great  and  Sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Thro'all  the  Worldi  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
And    all     the    saints    in    earth    and 

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2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone — 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  troubles  last, 
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1  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  : 


To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  thro'various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

Watts. 
174 

i   Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King  ; 
Thrice  holy  Lord  !  the  angels  cry ; 
Thrice  holy  !  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul !  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  our  souls 

From  all  pollution  free  : 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

Needham. 


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2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord  !   how  thy  wonders  are  displayed 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye  ! 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  that  oorrow  life  from  thee 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
Ther  's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
I!' it  God  is  present  there. 

Watts. 
I76 

1  THE  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all  ; 

1 1  is  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall  ; 

I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  [f  in  the  gloom  of  nighl  I  shroud, 

I I  I  (  annoi  fly  ; 


I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud. 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  smiles,  we  live  !  he  frowns,  we  die! 

We  hang  upon  his  word  ; 
He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

4  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform  ; 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease, 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

II.  EC.  White. 
177 

1  Lord  !  when  my  raptured  thought  sur- 

veys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  my  soul  adore. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise. 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  On  me  thy  providence  hath  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays  ; 
Oh  !   let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  gOodn(  ss  and  thy  praise. 

4  All-bounteous  Lord!  thy  grace  impart; 

( )h  !  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever-grateful  heart, 
And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 

S  I  I  1:1. E. 


PRAISE    TO     GOD, 
NOTTINGHAM.       C.  M. 


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2  Thy  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 

Great  Everlasting  One  ! 
Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
And  unconfined  thy  throne. 

3  Thy  glory  shines  immensely  bright ; 

Exhaustless  is  thy  grace  ; 
Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes, 
And  Gabriel  veils  his  face. 

4  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 

Which  angels  cannot  sound  ; 
An  ocean  of  infinities 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown 'd. 

Watts. 
179 

i  Father  !   how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand 
signs — 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill  ■ 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms. 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 


Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  ImmanuePs  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  Oh  !  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 

In  that  immortal  song  ; 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Watts. 
l80 

i  There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling 
light 
Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night5 
But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distil 

Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There's   not  a   place   in  earth's  vast 

round, 
In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found  ; 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends, 
There  Heaven  displays  its  boundless 
love, 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 

Wallace. 


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BEMERTON.       C.   M 


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tice      of        thine  eye. 


181 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh,   wondrous    knowledge,   deep  and 

high  ! 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 

Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

Watts. 
l82 

1  Jehovah  God!  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
Oh,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee. 

2  If,  on  the  wings  ofmorn3  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotesl  bound 
Thy  right  I. and  will  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 


3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

The  hand  of  God  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Ceaseless  proceed  from  thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
In  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

Thomson. 
l83 

i  Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea  ; 
Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  As,  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

3  Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will  ; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 
In  glofy's  clearer  light  ? 

4  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD 
ST.   ANN'S.       C.  M. 


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2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  com- 

bine ; 
Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 
•       Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 

And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

H.  K.  White. 

185 

i  The  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name  ! 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand. 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe  ; 
While  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas  ; 


Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them  as  he  please. 
4  On  angels,  with  unveiled  face 
His  glory  beams  above  ; 

On  men,  he  looks  with  softest  grace, 
And  takes  his  title,  Love. 

Watts. 
186 

i  Keep  silence,  all  created  things  ! 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she 
sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  un- 

known, 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke. 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

4  My  God  !  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

5  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh  !  may  I  find  my  name 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Watts, 


74 


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ABRIDGE.       C.   M. 


Isaac  S>m.    h. 


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2  How  wide  thy  hand  hath  spread  the  sky! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

.;.  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love,     watts. 

188 

1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame  ! 

We  own  thy  power  divine  ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way 

They  work  thy  sovereign  will  ; 
And,  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  them  that  seek  thy  face, 
And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar 

The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 


4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 
Till  all  the  tumult  cease  ; 
And  gales  of  Paradise  shall  lull 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 

Doddridge. 
l89 

i  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess, 
Thy  goodness  we  adore  ; 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore  ! 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  attest 

In  every  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night,  • 
And  love  brings  back  the  clay. 

3  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields, 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 
With  strengthening  grain,  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 
There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  Pardon,  acceptance,  peace,  and  joy. 

Through  Jesus'  name  are  given 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 
GiBBor  •, 


PRAISE     TO     GOD, 
KENDALL.       C.  M. 


75 


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2  Shine  to  his  glory,  worlds  of  light ! 

Ye  million  suns  of  space  ; 
Ye  moons  and  glistening  stars  of  night 
Running  your  mystic  race. 

3  Shout  to  Jehovah,  surging  main  ! 

In  deep  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  the  strain, 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

4  Storm,    lightning,    thunder,   hail,  arid 

snow, 
Wild  winds  that  keep  his  word, 
With  the  old  mountains  far  below, 
Unite  to  bless  the  Lord. 

5  And  round  the  wide  world  let  it  roll, 

Whilst  man  shall  lead  it  on  ; 
Join,  every  ransomed  human  soul, 
In  glorious  unison. 

191 

r  Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 
And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
Soon  shall  we  join  the  glorious  theme, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 

Calls  us  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 

His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ? 


Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 

Delight  my  listening  ear. 
4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift 

His  bounteous  hands  bestow ; 
And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 

Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 

HlGGINBOTHAM. 
192 

i  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  vail  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below. 
He    makes   the  grass  the  mountains 
crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

Watts. 


76 


GOD. 


DOWNS.       C.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


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193 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  vast  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

COWPER. 
194. 

i  God  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise  ; 
He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries 
And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honor  can  appear ; 


The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Whate'er  the  guise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my 

ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

Watts. 

195 

i  Through  endless  years  thou  art  the 
same, 
O  thou  eternal  God  ; 
Each  future  age  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Created  by  thy  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections,  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

T.\  I  K    iV     W  MTS. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD 


77 


MANOAH.       C.  M. 


'  Greatorex  Coll." 


I.   Be  -    gin,    my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme,     And  speak  some  boundless  thing  ; 


2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  His  every  word  of  grace  is  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

4  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper,  "Thou  art  mine  !" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my 
song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

Watts. 
197 

i  How  dread  are  thine  eternal  years, 
O  everlasting  Lord  ! 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored  ! 

2  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord  ! 

Almighty  as  thou  art, 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me, 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

3  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  Only  to  sit  and  think  of  God — 

Oh,  what  a  joy  it  is  ! 
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To  think  the  thought,  to  breathe  the 
name, 
Earth  has  no  higher  bliss  ! 

5  Father  of  Jesus  !  love's  reward  ! 
What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze  and  gaze  on  thee  ! 

Lyra  Cath. 


1  O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ;—" 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  ; 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  : 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore. 

Doddridge. 


GOD, 


ST.    GEORGE'S.       C.  M. 


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2  Thy  greatness  human  thought  exceeds ; 

Thy  glory  knows  no  end  ; 
The  lasting  record  of  thy  deeds 
Through  ages  shall  descend. 

3  Thy   wondrous    acts,    thy  power,  and 

might, 
My  constant  theme  shall  be  ; 
That  song  shall  be  my  soul's  delight 
Which  breathes  in  praise  to  thee. 

4  The  Lord  is  bountiful  and  kind, 

His  anger  slow  to  move: 
His  tender  mercies  all  shall  find, 
And  all  his  goodness  prove. 

5  From    all    thy    works,   0  Lord,    shall 

spring 
The  sound  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Thy  saints  shall  of  thy  glory  sing, 
And  show  the  world  thy  ways. 

6  Throughout  all  ages  shall  endure 

Thine  everlasting  reign ; 
And  thy  dominion,  firm  and  sure, 
Forever  shall  remain.        Wramgham. 
200 

r    SWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
\I .  God,  nil  heavenly  King  ; 
I       ige  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In    iongs  of  glory  sing 


2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty 
shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  Creatures  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints  that  taste  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

Watts. 
20I 

i    Almighty  Father  of  mankind  ! 
On  thee  my  hopes  remain  ; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comus, 
I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 

2  In  early  years,  thou  wast  my  guide, 

And  of  my  youth,  the  friend  ; 

And,  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end. 

3  Therefore,  in  life  I'll  trust  in  thee; 

In  death  I  will  adore  ; 

And  after  death  will  sing  thy  praise, 

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2  The  hosts  oi  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

3  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love ! 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
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i  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 


My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord.  watts. 

204 

1  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes , 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 

His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 

His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

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2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  path  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes' those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise: 
But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise  !      Addison. 

206 

1  Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 

My  King!  my  God  of  love  ! 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  (in   it  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great  ; 

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I'll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  who  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

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207 

i  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 
Looks  down  upon  the  spheres ; 
Yet  in  his  providence  and  grace, 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens  ;  the  mountains 

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A  highway  for  our  God  ; 
He  walks  amid  the  desert  land  ; 
'T  is  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice; 

Hark  !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  Jehovah's  voice 

Is  heard  among  the  trees. 
4.   If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound  ; 
How  beautiful,  beyond  compare, 

Will  Paradise  be  found  ! 

ItoNTGOMBRV. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD 
WARWICK.       C.  M. 


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2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 
While  Christ,  th'atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
To  show  that — God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  for  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them — God  is  love. 

4  The  work  begun  is  carried  on, 

By  power  from  heaven  above ; 

And  every  step,  from  first  to  last, 

Proclaims  that — God  is  love. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that — God  is  love. 

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Allow  my  humble  claim  ; 
Nor,   while    a   worm    would    raise  its 
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Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My  Father  God  !  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
How  tender  and  how  dear ! 
Not  all  the  melody  of  heaven, 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 


3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart ; 
And  show,  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheer'd  by  a  signal  so  divine, 

Unwavering  I  believe  ; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

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And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 
With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing  : 
The  Lord  's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 

The  whole  creation's  King. 
Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand ; 
He  fixed  the  sea  what  bounds  to  keep, 

And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 
Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 

Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 
Now  is  the  time — he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request  ; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear 

"Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest."      watts, 


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5  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ : 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy.     watts. 

213 

1  Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God  ! 

Through  all  my  earthly  days ; 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  In  every  smiling,  happy  hour, 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ  : 
Thy  praise  refines  my  earthly  bliss, 
And  doubles  all  my  joy. 

3  When  gloomy  care,  and  keen  distress 

Afflict  my  throbbing  breast, 

Thy  praise  shall  mingle  with  my  tears, 
And  lull  each  pain  to  rest. 

4  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God  : 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

5  Nor  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 

Though  it  will  close  my  eyes  ; 
Mythoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

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2  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 

Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name  ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Hervev. 

212 

1  God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness: 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

T  would  be  no  heav'n  to  me  ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thei 

4  What  if  thi  Of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint? 


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2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 
'T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'T  is  here  our  hope  relies ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  • 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 

With  bliss  divinely  free. 
<6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 

What  honors  shall  we  raise  ; 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 

Can  render  equal  praise. 

Steele. 
215 

i  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  performed  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 


And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practise  his  commands,      watts. 

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1  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, 

A  rock  that  cannot  move  ; 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear, 
That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  store  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  forevermore. 

4  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns ; 

It  stands  forever  sure  ; 
And  while  thy  truth,  O  God,  remains, 
Thy  goodness  shall  endure. 

C.  Wesley. 


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2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 

Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die 
Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild, 
And  guards  them  safely  home. 

4.  Oh,  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 
Thy  helpless  charge  in  me ! 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  thy  fold, 
That  trembling  turns  to  thee. 

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i    M ,"  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need  ; 
Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 
2    He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back 
When  I  forsake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 
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death, 
Thy  presen*  e  is  my  stay  ; 
'    A  woid  of  thj  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Tlr  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 

I  >■  tli  si  ill  mv  table  spread  ; 


My  cup  with  blessings  overflows  ; 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh,  may  thine  house  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  works  be  praise  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 

While  others  go  and  come — 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 

But  like  a  child  at  home.        wATts_ 
219 

1  Lord,  't  is  an  infinite  delight 

To  see  thy  lovely  face, 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 

2  While  the  bright    nation   sounds    thy 

praise 
From  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odors  of  exhaling  grace, 
The  happy  region  fill. 

3  Thy  love  a  sea  wit  In  nit  a  shore. 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad — 
Oh,  't  is  a  heaven  worth  dying  for 
To  see  a  smiling  God  ! 

4  Show  me  thy  face,  and  I  '11  a\\a\ 

From  all  inferior  things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  clay, 
And  stretch  my  airj  wings,      wato. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 
ST,    MARTINS.       C.  M. 


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And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  his  ! 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

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222 

1  The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

My  tongue  shall  still  pursue  : 
Oh,  happy  they  who,  while  they  sing 
Those  mercies,  share  them  too  ! 

2  As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 
From  age  to  age  thy  word  shall  run, 
And  chance  and  change  defy. 

3  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  forever  sure  ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  saints  repose  secure.        lytb. 


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2  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'T  is  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon — 
If  thou  withdraw,  't  is  night. 

3  And  while  upon  my  restless  bed 

Through  midnight  hours  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 
'T  is  morning  with  my  soul. 

4  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 

My  health  and  safe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
•  Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas. 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore, 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more.  Watts. 

221 

1  My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 


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2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
Oh,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 

3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God,  and  he'll  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I, 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn  ; 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 
To  my  oppressor's  scorn  ? 

5  My  heart  is  pierced,  as  with  a  sword, 

While  thus  my  foes  upbraid  : 
"  Vain  boaster,  where  is  now  thy  God  ? 
And  where  his  promised  aid  ?  " 

6  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  Spring. 

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i  With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 

And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 
2  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 


Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

3  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ? 

4  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love.         Watts. 

225 

1  How  long,  sometimes,  a  day  appears  ! 

And  weeks,  how  long  are  they ! 
Months  move  on  slow,  as  if  the  years 
Would  never  pass  away. 

2  But  even  years  are  passing  by, 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone ; 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 
Eternity  comes  on. 

3  Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an 

end, 
Eternity  has  none  ; 
'T  will  always  have  as  long  to  spend 
As  when  it  first  begun. 

4  Great  God  !  a  creature  can  not  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be, 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 
Eternally  with  thee. 

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2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 
Then    leads    to    cooling    shades,   and 
Refreshing  water  flows.  [where 

3  He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  most  righteous  ways. 

4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death. 

From  fear  and  danger  free  ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  Since  God  cloth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 

That  life  to  him  I  will  devote, 

And  in  his  service  spend. 

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Breaks,  with  its  trembling  light, 
To  chase  the  pearly  dews  av 

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2  My  h  ■  irt,  ( )  Lord  !  forgets  to  rove, 

l!"t  rises  gladly  free, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love, 
And  finds  its  home  in  thee. 

3  When  evening's  silenl  shades  descend, 

\ikI  nature  sinks  to  rest, 
Still,  to  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
Mv  wishes  are  addressed. 


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4  Though  tears  may  dim  my  hours  of  joy, 

And  bid  my  pleasures  flee, 
Thou  reign'st  where  grief  cannot  annoy; 
I  will  be  glad  in  thee. 

5  And  e'en  when  midnight's  solemn  gloom 

Above,  around  is  spread, 
Sweet  dreams  of  everlasting  bloom 
Are  hovering  o'er  my  head. 

6  I  dream  of  that  fair  land,  O  Lord  ! 

Where  all  thy  saints  shall  be  ; 
I  wake  to  lean  upon  thy  word, 
And  still  delight  in  thee. 

228 

1  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 

Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace  : 
Oh,  be  that  refuge  mine  ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed  ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair, 

( )f  love  and  truth  divine  ; 
()  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir  ! 
How  rich,  a  lot  is  thine ! 

4  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all  ! 


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2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Corns,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


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230 

i  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 


Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  feeble  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

3  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

4  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ? 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

5  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

Watts. 


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2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins  ; 

'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

Watts. 
232 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 

Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Lei  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  liis  attendants  stand, 
And  swift  fulfill  his  word. 

3  In  /.inn  is  his  throne  ; 

1 1  is  In  moi    are  divine  ; 


His  church  shall    make  his  wonders 
known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join, 
In  all  his  works  of  grace.       Watts. 

233 

1  Almighty  Maker,  God  ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad 
Through  the  creation's  frame  ! 

2  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky 

With  unambitious  song, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high 
Upon  her  artless  tongue. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator,  too  : 
bain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  And  yet  the  songs  I  frame 

Are  faithless  to  thy  cause. 
And  steal  the  honors  of  thy  name 
To  built  their  own  applause. 

5  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Else  all  my  worship  's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true 
I 'niil  'tis  formed  again.  watts. 

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PRAISE     TO     GOD. 

BOYLSTON.     S.  M. 


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2  'T  is  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserve  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  song.  Watts. 

235 

1  When  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear ; 
His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

3  His  truth  transcends  the  sky ; 

In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie  ■ 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 


4  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs  ! 
Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings  !    watts 

236 

1  My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  can  not  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheei 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'T  is  paradise  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart,  't  is  hell. 

3  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss'; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul.  watts, 


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237 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  future  days  ; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

Watts. 
238 

i   How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
<  Mine,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 


2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell  ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  clown  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  clay  to  day  : 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 

And  bear  a  song  away.        Doddridge. 

239 

i  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust 

Scattered  with  every  breath  ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
( 'an  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  ( )ur  days  are  as  the  grass, 

( )r  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sirup  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field. 

It  withers  in  an   hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure.    Watts. 


PRAISE    TO     GOD. 

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All  is  by  his  sceptre  swayed  ; 
What  are  we  that  he  should  show 
So  much  love  to  us  below ! 

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Bought  us  with  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
And,  to  make  our  safety  sure, 
Guides  us  by  his  Spirit  pure. 

4  Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  name  ; 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme  ; 
Praise  him  till  he  calls  thee  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. 

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i  Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show, 
Saints  within  his  courts  below, 
Angels  round  his  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  his  love. 

2  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 
Tell  his  wonders,  sing  his  worth  ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore  ! 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  his  mercies  trace  ; 
Praise  his  providence  and  grace, 
All  that  he  for  man  hath  done, 

All  he  sends  us  through  his  Son. 


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In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  ; 
All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore  ! 

Lyte. 
242 

1  Praise  the  Lord — his  power  confess  ; 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness  ; 

Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires, — 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around  ; 
Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness  ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light, 
In  his  praise  your  hearts  unite  ; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

Weangham. 
DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come? 
No,  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy. 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

Montgomery. 

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i  All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  : 
Heaven  arid  earth  with  loud  accord, 
Praise  the  Lord,  forever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 
Pasl  and  presenl  ami  to  be, 

Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand. 
Like  his  own  eternity. 


3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love, 

Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above  ; 
Praise  your  Maker  all  that  breathe. 

Montgomery. 

245 

i   Heralds  of  creation  !  cry, — 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high  ;. 
Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night, 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

He  commanded, — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ; 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise  ; 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow  ; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind,  and  storm,. 
Hail  and  snow,  his  will  perform. 

5  Birds,  on  win;j,s  of  rapture  soar. 
Warble  at  his  temple-door  ; 

Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  llocks„ 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks 

6  High  above  all  height,  his  throne  ; 
Excellent  his  name   alone  ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess, 
Him  let  all  his  children  bless. 

Montgomery. 


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In  the  wilderness  astray, 

In  the  lonely  waste  they  roam, 
Hungry,  fainting  by  the  way, 

Far  from  refuge,  shelter,  home 


4  To  the  Lord  their  God  they  cry ; 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear, 
Sends  deliverance  from  on  high, 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear  : 

5  Them  to  pleasant  lands  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow ; 
Where,  from  verdant  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

6  Oh  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race  ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace ! 

Montgomery. 

247 

i  Hark,  my  soul,  how  every  thing 
Strives  to  serve  our  bounteous  King : 
Each  a  double  tribute  pays, 
Sings  its  part,  and  then  obeys. 


2  Nature's  chief  and  sweetest  choir 
Him  with  cheerful  notes  admire  ; 
Chanting  every  day  their  lauds, 
While  the  grove  their  song  applauds. 

3  Though  their  voices  lower  be, 
Streams  have  too  their  melody  • 
Night  and  day  they  warbling  run, 
Never  pause,  but  still  sing  on. 

4  All  the  flowers  that  gild  the  spring 
Hither  their  still  music  bring ; 

If  heaven  bless  them,  thankful  they 
Smell  more  sweet,  and  look  more  gay. 

5  Only  man  can  scarce  afford 
This  short  office  to  his  Lord  ; 
Man,  on  whom  his  bounty  flows, 
All  things  gives,  and  nothing  owes. 

6  Wake,  for  shame,  my  sluggish  heart, 
Wake,  and  gladly  sing  thy  part ; 
Learn  of  birds,  and  springs,  and  flowers, 
How  to  use  thy  nobler  powers. 

7  Call  whole  nature  to  thy  aid, 
Since  't  was  he  whole  nature  made  ; 
Join  in  one  eternal  song, 

Who  to  one  God  all  belong. 

John  Austin.     1668. 


Arr.  by  L.  Masok 


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2  Lord  of  heaven  !  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light ; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again  ; 
Oh,  that  world  is  passing  fair! 
Yet,  if  thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee? 

3  Lord  of  earth  and  heaver  !  my  breast 
S.cks  in  thee  its  only  rest : 

I  was  lost  ;  thy  accents  mild 
Homeward  lured  thy  wandering  child 
Oh  !  should  once  thy  smile  divine 

(  lease  upon  my  soul  tO  shine, 

What  were  earth  or  heaven  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  each  but  thee  ? 

(  In  ANT. 


1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy  ! 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  :— 

2  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
from  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  ; — 
Foid,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise: 
And  when  every  blessing  's  down, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD, 

WILMOT.       8s  &  7s. 


97 


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2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord — for  he  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name. 

J.  Kempthorne. 

251 

1  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator ! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue  ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father !  source  of  all  compassion  ! 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine  : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine  ! 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  thro'  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high ! 


4  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
Praise  him,  every  living  creature, 
Earth  and  heaven's  united  host. 

5  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise  : 
Then  enraptured  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 

Fawcett. 

252 

1  God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 

All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Time  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  j 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From     the     gloom      his     brightness 
streameth, 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

BOWRING. 


98 


GOD. 


TRIUMPH.       H.   M. 

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He  formed  us  with  his  hand, 

And  quickened  by  his  word  ; 
With  wide  command  he  spreads  his  sway, 
O'er  every  sea  and  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  every  blessing  give  ; 
We  feed  upon  his  care, 

And  in  his  pastures  live : 
With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 
While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last, 

I  lis  promises  endure  : 
With  wide  command  he  spreads  his  sway, 
O'er  every  sea  and  every  land. 

Dwiciit. 


2  54 

i  Come,  let  us  gladly  sing 
To  God,  our  Saviour- King  ; 
With  thanks  his  presence  seek, 
In  psalms  his  praises  speak  ; 
He's  God  most  high  ;  let  all  draw  nigh, 
And  crown  him  —Lord  of  earth  and  sky. 

2  He  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
He  made  the  spacious  earth  ; 
His  are  the  sea  and  land — 
They  rose  at  his  command  : 

With  reverence  all  before  him  fall, 
And  on  his  name  devoutly  call. 

3  Come,  kneel  before  his  throne, 
For  he  is  God  alone  ; 

We  are  the  flock  he  leads — 
The  sheep  his  bounty  feeds  : 

To-day — to-day — his  voice  obey  ; 

Grieve  not  the  Holy  Ghost  away. 

Hatfiuld. 


PRAISE    TO     GOD 


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255 


2  For  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator  and  Ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  Oh  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song, 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim ! 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 

And  shall  to  eternity  Stand.  Montgomery. 


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O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  now  made  victorious, 
He  rules  and  reigns  forevermore. 
3  The  Lord  is  great ;  his  mercy  how  abounding  ! 
Ye  angels,  strike  your  golden  chords  ; 
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2  Oh  tell  of  his  might,  oh  sing  of  his  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space  ! 
His  chariots  of  wrath  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

4  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
Tn  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail  : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender,   Redeemer,  and  Friend ! 

5  O  measureless  Might,  ineffable  Love  ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  thee  above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 

With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  thy  praise.  Grant. 


258 


1  Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  Name  : 
May  thy  kingdom  holy  on  earth  be  the  same  : 
Oh  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread  : 

It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must   be  fed. 

2  Forgive   our  transgressions,  and   teach   us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion   which   pardons  each   foe; 
Keep  us  from   temptation,   from  evil   and  sin, 

And    thine   be  the  glorv,   forever!    Amen! 

Sakaii  J.    1 1. A  I  I'. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


IOI 


259 

1  O  praise  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  your  glad  voice, 

His  praise  in  the  great  assembly  to  sing, 
In  their  great  Creator  let  all  men  rejoice, 
And  heirs  of  salvation  be  glad  in  their  King. 

2  Let  them  his  great  name  devoutly  adore ; 

In  loud-swelling  strains  his  praises  express, 
Who  graciously  opens  his  bountiful  store, 

Their  wants  to  relieve,  and  his  children  to  bless. 

3  With  glory  adorned,  his  people  shall  sing 

To  God,  who  defence  and  plenty  supplies  ; 
Their  loud  acclamations  to  him,  their  great  King, 

Through  earth  shall  be  sounded,  and  reach  to  the  skies. 

4  Ye  angels  above,  his  glories  who  've  sung, 

In  loftiest  notes,  now  publish  his  praise : 
We  mortals,  delighted,  would  borrow  your  tongue — 

Would  join  in  your  numbers,  and  chant  to  your  lays.       Tate,  Varied. 

26o 

1  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 

And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name ; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 

His  kingdom  is  glorious  ;  he  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 

And  still  he  is  nigh  :  his  presence  we  have  ; 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  "  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne," 

Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  ; 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right — 

All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 

And  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love.  c.  Wesley. 

DOXOLOGY. 

By  all  holy  spirits  that  fill  the  wide  heaven, 

And  saints  upon  earth,  let  praises  be  given 
To  God,  in  Three  Persons,  the  God  we  adore, 

As  it  has  been,  now  is,  and  shall  be  e'ermore. 


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COMMON     PRAISE.       H 

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2  Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 

And  sun  that  guid'st  the  day, 
Ye  glittering  stars  of  light, 

To  him  your  homage  pay  : 
His  praise  declare,  ye  heavens  above, 
And  clouds  that  move  in  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 

They  all  from  nothing  came  : 
And  all  shall  last  from  changes  free ; 
His  firm  decree  stands  ever  fast. 

4  Let  all  of  richest  birth 

With  those  of  humbler  name, 
And  judges  of  the  earth, 

His  matchless  praise  proclaim. 
In  this  design,  let  youths  with  maids, 
And  hoary  heads  with  children,  join. 

5  United  zeal  be  shown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raise, 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
I  Reserves  our  endless  praise  ; 
Earth's  utmost  ends  his  power  obey  ; 
His  glorious  sway  the  sky  transcends. 

Tate  &  Brady. 


262 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes, 

Are  light  and  majesty; 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand. 

To  guard  his  holy  law ; 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  perfect  work, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines  ; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  curst  designs: 
Strong  is  the  arm —  and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees,  his  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend — 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word  ; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 

Watts. 


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Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  the  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  Whate'er  this  living  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air  or  treads  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow ; 
Ye  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide, 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide, 

And  in  the  deeps  below. 

4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing; 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mold, 
Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with 
gold, 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  n®bler  passions  swayed, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back 

The  song  of  holy  joy  !      [the  sound, 

OCILVIE. 


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i  Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
Where  pure,  serene  effulgence  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair, 
YourMaker's  wondrous  powerproclaim, 
Tell  how  he  formed  your  shining  frame, 

And  breathed  the  fluid  air. 

2  Join  all  ye  stars,  the  vocal  choir ; 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire, 

The  mighty  chorus  aid  ; 
And,  soon  as  evening  vails  the  plain, 
Thou  moon,prolong  the  hallowed  strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

3  Thou  he  aven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God  ; 

Ye  worlds  declare  his  might ; 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made, 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

4  Let  every  element  rejoice  ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

_-  Ogilvie. 


104 


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Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
The  budding  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

No  oil  the  olive  yield, 
Yet  will  I  trust  still  in  my  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod, 

And  by  his  grace  be  healed. 

Though  fields,  in  verdure  once  arrayed, 
By  whirlwinds  desolate  be  laid, 

Or  parched  by  scorching  beam  ; 
Still  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy  ;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just, 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

Though  from  the  fold  the  flock  decay, 
Though  herds  lie  famished  o'er  the  lea, 

And  round  the  empty  stall  ; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise, 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies, 

There  God  is  all  in  all. 

In  God  my  strength,  howe'er  distrest, 
I  yet  will  hope  and  calmly  rest, 

Nay,  triumph  In  his  love  ; 
My  lingering  soul,  my  tardy  feet, 
Free  as  the  hind  he  makes,  and  fleet, 

To  speed  my  course  above. 

II   O,  Ondbrdonk. 


265 

2  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
It  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  ever}'  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  in  every  vale. 

4  But  in  thy  word,  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine. 

Proclaiming  sin  forgiven  ; 
There  Faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the 

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And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

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With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  father  and  my  friend, 

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2  Praise  him,  praise  him  !  shout  aloud  for  joy, 

Watchman  of  Zion,  herald  the  story ; 
Sin  and  death  his  kingdom  shall   destroy ; 

All  the  earth  shall  sing  of  his  glory ; 
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3  King  eternal,  blessed  be  his  name  ! 

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2  Praise  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 

Praise  the  Lord  of  truth  and  grace ; 
Tell  to  all  Ins  wond'rous  story : 
Bid  them  early  seek  his  face. 

3  Praise  the  Lord  with  loud  hosannas, 

Praise  him  with  1  he  mighty  throng : 


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Heav'n  and  earth,  and  all  creation 
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Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
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5  "  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him — 
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2  Christ,  by  prophets  long-predicted, 

Joy  of  Israel's  chosen  race  ; 
Light  to  Gentiles  long-afflicted, 
Lost  in  error's  darkest  maze. 

3  Bright  the  star  of  your  salvation, 

Pointing  to  his  rude  abode  ! 
Rapturous  news  for  every  nation  : 
Mortals  !  now  behold  your  God  ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  story, 

Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell ; 
Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory — 
Sinners  saved  from  death  and  hell. 

5  Love  eternal  moved  the  Saviour 

Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by  ; 
Blessings  on  the  Lamb  for  ever — 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

271 

1  Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 

Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 
(  !ome   and  worship, 

Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing ; 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  Light ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 
Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence; 
Mercy  calls  you  ;  break  your  chains  \ 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new  born  King. 

MON  rGOMBRY. 


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2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored ; 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  favored  one. 
Veil'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see ; 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity: 
Pleased,  as  man,  with  men  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel ! 

Hark !  the  herald  angels,  etc. 


3  Hail !  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace. ! 
Hail !  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die : 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  -them  second  birth. 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels,,  etc. 

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2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies  ; 
With  the  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Veiled  in  fiesh,  the  Godhead  see  : 
Hail,  the  Incarnate  Deity, 
Pleased,  as  man,  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel,  here. 

5  Let  us  then  with  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King! — 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ! " 

C.  Wesley. 
274- 

1    Hi-:  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God  ! 
Left  for  us  his  glad  abode  ; 
Stooping  from  his  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness  ! 

Z    II  -  has  come,  the  Prince  of  peace  ! 
'  !ome  io  hiil  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
(  !i  ime  to  s<  ittcr,  with  his  light, 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 


3  He,  the  mighty  King,  has  come  ! 
Making  this  poor  earth  his  home  ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load, 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God  ! 

4  He  has  come,  whose  name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race ! 
Left  for  us  his  glad  abode, 

Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God  ! 

275 

1  God  with  us !  oh,  wondrous  name  ! 
Manifest  in  flesh  he  came, 
Hiding  in  a  form  like  mine 

All  his  attributes  divine. 

2  Equal  with  the  Father,  still 
He  obeys  the  Father's  will, 
Lays  his  rightful  glories  by, 
Comes,  as  man,  for  man  to  die. 

3  While  as  man  on  earth  he  dwelt, 
As  true  God  his  power  was  felt  ; 
At  his  voice  diseases  fled, 
Opening  graves  restored  their  dead. 

4  As  a  man  he  groans  and  dies, 

Prisoned  in  the  tomb  he  lies  ; 

Soon  he  rises  from  the  grave, 

Man  to  die,  but  God  to  save. 

B  Manly,  Jib 


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276 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art ; 
Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

C.  Wesley. 

i   Hark  !  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding ; 
"  Christ  is  nigh,"  it  seems  to  say  ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
O  ye  children  of  the  day  !  " 

2  Wakened  by  the  solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise ; 
Christ,  her  Sun,  all  ill  dispelling, 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo !  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes    with     pardon    down    from 
heaven  ; 
Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all  to  be  forgiven. 


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4  That  when  next  he  comes  with  glory 

And  the  world  is  wrapped  in  fear, 
With  his  mercy  he  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

5  Honor,  glory,  might,  and  blessing, 

To  the  Faster,  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

278 

1  Come  ye  lofty,  come  ye  lowly, 

Let  your  songs  of  gladness  ring  • 
In  a  stable  lies  the  Holy, 
In  a  manger  rests  the  King. 

2  Come  ye  poor,  no  pomp  of  station 

Robes  the  child  your  hearts  adore  : 
He,  the  Lord  of  your  salvation, 

Shares  your  want,  is  weak  and  poor. 

3  Oxen,  round  about  behold  them  ! 

All  is  naked,  cold  and  bare  ! 
See  the  shepherds,  God  has  told  them 
That  the  Prince  of  Life  lies  there. 

4  Let  us  bring  our  poor  oblations, 

Thanks  and  love  and  faith  and  praise, 
Come  ye  people,  come  ye  nations, 
One  and  all  on  him  to  gaze. 

5  Hark,     the     heaven    of    heavens     is 

ringing, 
Christ  the  Lord  to  man  is  born ! 
Are  not  all  our  hearts,  too,  singing, 
Welcome,  welcome,  happy  morn  ! 

A.    T.    GURNEY. 


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Choir.     2  Tell  how  he  cometh  ;  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 

How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown'd. 
Cong.  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King! 

Choir.     3   Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing; 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies. 
Cong.         Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King!  Muhlknbuko. 


CHRIST'S     NATIVITY. 
STAR     OF     BETHLEHEM. 


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2  Heard  you  never  of  the  story 

How  they  crossed  the  desert  wild, 
Journeyed   on  by  plain  and  mountain, 

Till  they  found  the  holy  Child — 
How  they  opened  all  their  treasure, 

Kneeling  to  that  infant  King, 
Gave  the  gold  and  fragrant  incense, 

Gave  the  myrrh  in  offering? 

3  Know  you  not  that  lowly  infant 

Was  the  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
He  who  came  to  light  the  Gentiles 

And  the  darkened  isles  afar? 
And  we  too  may  seek  his  cradle, 

There  our  hearts'  best  treasure  bring 
Love  and  faith  and  true  devotion, 

For  our  Saviour,  God,  and  King. 


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2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills, 

and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He    rules    the    world   with    truth   and 

grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love.       watts. 

282 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distanl  lands, 
Ve  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  in  v.  dis(  overed  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 


2  Say  to  the  nations  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day ; 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea  ; 
Ye  mountains,  sink  ;  ye  valleys,  rise  ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes  ;  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations,  as  their  God, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 

And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

C)    But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  (had, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dre  id 
To  sec  their  Judge  appear ! 

V  A  I    I      . 


CHRIST'S     NATIVITY. 
NEWBOLD.       C.  M. 


115 


KlNGSLEY. 


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2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !  forever  hail, 

Redeemer,  brother,  friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should 
fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


Medley. 


284 


i  Hark  !    the  glad  sound !    the  Saviour 
comes, 
The  Saviour  promised  long ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2.  He  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  vield. 


He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 

To  pour  celestial  day. 

He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 

To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heavens  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name.         Doddridge; 


285 


1  Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Mortals  !  awake  ;  let  every  tongue 
Proclaim  his  matchless  worth. 

2  Glory  to  God,  who  dwells  on  high, 

And  sent  his  only  Son 
To  take  a  servant's  form,  and  die, 
For  evils  we  had  done  ! 

3  Good-will  to  men  ;  ye  fallen  race  ! 

Arise,  and  shout  for  joy  ; 
He  comes,  with  rich,  abounding  grace, 
To  save,  and  not  destroy. 

4  Lord  !  send  the  gracious  tidings  forth, 

And  fill  the  world  with  light, 
That  lew  and  Gentile,  through  the  earth, 
May  know  thy  saving  might,      hurn. 


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ATHENS.       C.  M.     Double. 


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286 

2   Good-will  to  sinful  dust  is  shown. 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given  ; 
For  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  coiiks. 

With  news  of  joy  from  heaven. 
Mercy  and  truth  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  sing, 

"  The  promised  child  is  born  !  " 


287 


It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old. 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold  : 
"•  Pi   ice  to  the  earth,  good  will  i<>  man, 

From  heaven's  all-gracious  King:" 
The  earth  in  solemn  stillness  lay. 

To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

StiM  thro'  tin-  <  loven  skies  they  come, 
With  peax  eful  wings  unfurled  ; 


And  still  celestial  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world  ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds, 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 
3  O  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load, 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 

With  painful  steps  and  slow, 
Look  up  !   for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing : 
( )h  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing  ! 
;    For  lo,  the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophet  hards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

(  'nines  round  the  age  of  gold  ! 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  final  splendors  fling,  |song 

And    the  whole    world    send    back    the 

Which  now  the  angels  sing  !      srars. 


CHRIST'S     NATIVITY 
CHRISTMAS.       C.  M. 


117 


Handel. 


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2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, — 
''Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : — 

4  *'The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall 

find 
To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph — and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song: — 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to 
men 
Begin,  and  never  cease  !  "  Tate. 

289 

1  Messiah  !  at  thy  glad  approach 
The  howling  winds  are  still ; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 


M.  Bruce. 


2  Renewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

3  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hosanna  sing  ; 
With  hallelujahs,  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 

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1  Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made — 
Oh,  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed  ! 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  clay  ; 
With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

5  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  ! 

With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do, 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 


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3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The   wind  that  tossed   my  foundering 
bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  Star  arose — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

g   It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's 

thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  fore  verm  ore,   . 
The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 
H.  Kikke  White. 

292 

1  WHEN  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  /ion's  hill, 
When  Bethlehem's  shepherds,  through 

the  night, 
Watched    o'er  their   flocks   by   starry 
light— 

2  Hark!  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 


In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 
High  heaven  with   songs  of  triumph 

rung,  [sung : 

While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and 

4  "O  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye  ; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again  ; 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "  See,  Mercy,  from  her  golden  urn, 
Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn; 
Behold,  she  binds,  with  tender  care, 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

6  "  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart; 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart  ; 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 

T.  Campbell. 

293 

1  Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn, 
For  unto  us  a  Saviour  's  born  ; 

See,  how  the  angels  wing  their  way, 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  day! 

2  Hark  !  what  sweet  music,  what  a  song, 
Sounds     from      the      bright,     celestial 

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Joy  to  each  raptured,  listening  heai  t. 


CHRIST'S     NATIVITY, 

WEBB,       7s  &  6s. 


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294 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  Arabia's  desert-ranger 

To  him  shall  bow  the  knee, 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see  ; 
With  offerings  of  devotion, 

Ships  from  the  Isles  shall  meet, 
To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 

In  tribute  at  his  feet. 

5  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring, 
All  nations  shall  adore  him, 
His  praise  all  people  sing : 


For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 
6  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom,  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  Name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 

That  Name  to  us  is  Love. 

Montgomery, 
)  5  Children's  Hosanna. 

i  When  his  salvation  bringing, 
To  Zion  jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 
Hosanna  to  his  name. 

2  Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him, 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
Fie  bade  them  still  attend  him, 
And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

3  Then  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still — 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill — 

4  We'll  flock  around  his  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  sing  aloud,  TTosanna  ! 

To  David's  royal  Son.  j.  king. 


120 


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CHRISTMAS     HYMN.       H.   M. 


M.  Harp. 


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296 

2  The  angelic  hosts  descend 

With  harmony  divine  ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 

And  in  full  chorus  join  : 
a  Fear  not,"  say  they ;  "  great  joy  we  bring : 
Jesus,  your  King,  is  born  to-day. 

3  "  He  comes,  your  souls  to  save 

From  death's  eternal  gloom  ; 
To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 
He  lifts  you  from  the  tomb : 
Your  voices  raise  ;  with  sons  of  light 
Your  songs  unite  of  endless  praise. 

4  "Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 

To  earth's  remotest  hound  ; 
For  peace  on  earth,  from  God  in  heaven 
To  man  is  given,  at  Jesus'  birth." 

297 

1    Hark  !  hark  ! — the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 


And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known  ; 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  Mow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Rear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
Tis  Cod  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing! 

A.  Rbi  d. 


CHRIST'S     NATIVITY, 


121 


ORIENT.       lis. 


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2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall : 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid.         Hebbr. 


122 


GOD 


ZERAH.       C.   M. 


L.  Mason. 


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2  But  lo!  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Now  points  to  his  abode  ; 
It  shines  through     sin    and    sorrow's 
To  guide  us  to  our  God.         [night, 

3  Oh,  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads ! 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meads, 
The  Christian's  destined  way. 

4  ( )h,  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path 

While  light  and  grace  are  given  ! 
Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 

Harriet  Auber. 
300 

i   To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Forevermore  adored, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

3  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 

His  ivi'Mi  no  end  shall  know: 


Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

John  Morrison. 

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In  stature  grows  the  heavenly  Child, 
With  death  before  his  eyes ; 

A  Lamb  unblemished,  meek  and  mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 

The  Son  of  God  his  glory  hides 
With  parents  mean  and  poor ; 

And  he  who  made  the  heavens  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 

Those  mighty  hands  that  stay  the  sky, 

No  earthly  toil  refuse ; 
And  he  who  set  the  stars  on  high, 

A  humble  trade  pursues. 

He  before  whom  the  angels  stand, 

At  whose  behest  they  fly, 
Now  yields  himself  to  man's  command, 

And  lays  his  glory  by. 

The  Father's  name  we  loudly  raise, 

riie  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 

Both  now  and  evermore. 


CHRIST'S     CHILDHOOD, 
GRATITUDE.       L.  M. 


12 


Hastings. 


i.  The  Word,  with  God  the      Fa-therOne,      Be -fore  the  heav'ns  and  earth  were  made, 


Is     now  the     Vir- gin's  new-born  Son,      Up-  on    her    low-ly      bo  -  som  laid. 


302 

2  Already  on  his  sinless  head 

The  streams  of  wrath  begin  to  flow; 
Already  on  his  infant  bed 

The  pangs  of  grief  he  deigns  to  know. 

3  The  lowliest  poverty  he  bears 

That  we  may  be  with  wealth  supplied, 
He  weeps  :  O  precious  grief  and  tears  ! 
Through  him  the  world  is  purified. 

4  Jesus,  who  earnest  from  on  high 

To  be  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Leave  not  thy  ransomed  flock  to  die, 

Nor  let  thy  toil  be  spent  in  vain. 

30^)  Children's  Hymn. 

i  Jesus  a  child  his  course  begun  : 

How  radiant  dawned  his  heavenly 
day! 
And  those  who  such  a  race  would  run 
As  early  should  be  on  their  way. 

2  His  Father's  business  was  his  care  ; 

Yet  in  man's  favor  still  he  grew : 
Oh,  might  we   learn  by  thought  and 
prayer, 
Like  him  a  work  of  love  to  do  ! 

3  For  all  mankind  he  came,  nor  yet 

An  infant's  visit  would  deny ; 
Nor  friend  nor  mother  did  forget 
In  his  last  hour  of  agony. 


4  O  children  ask  him  to  impart 

That  spirit  clear,  that  temper  mild, 
Which  made  the  mother  in  her  heart 
Keep  all  the  sayings  of  her  Child. 

5  Bless  him  who  said,  of  such  as  you 

His  Father's  kingdom  is,  and  still, 
His  yoke  to  bear,  his  work  to  do, 
Study  his  life  to  learn  his  will. 

OSSOLI. 

1  "  See  how  he  loved  !  "  exclaimed  the 

Jews, 
As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 
My  grateful  heart  the  thoughc*pursues? 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell, 

2  See  how  he  loved,  who  traveled  on, 

Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies  I 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  begone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

3  See  how  he  loved,  who  never  shrank 

From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death  ! 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

4  Such  love  can  we,  unmoved,  survey  ? 
Oh,  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 

To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affections  show ! 

Bache. 


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2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed 

on  my  head,  [around  me, 

That   his    arms    had    been    thrown 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind 

look,  when  he  said, 
"Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I 

may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above — 

HEBER.       C.   M. 


4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to 

prepare, 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiv'n 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 

there,  [heav'n.' 

"  For  of  such   is    the   kingdom   of 

5  I   long  for   the  joys   of  that  glorious 

time, 

The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best, 

When  the  dear  little  children  of  every 

clime, 

Shall  crowd  to  his  arms  and  be  blest. 

Jemima  Lukk. 
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2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  He'll  lead  us  to  the  heavenly  streams 

Where  li \ i iilt  waters  Mow: 


And  guide  us  to  the  fruitful  fields 
Where  trees  of  knowledge  grow. 

The  feeblest  lamb  amidst  the  flock 
Shall  be  its  Shepherd's  care  : 

While  folded  in  the  Saviour's  arms 
We're  safe  from  every  snare. 

Doddridge. 


HOSANNA.       L.  M 

DUET. 


CHRIST'S     LIFE     AND     MINISTRY.  T25 

From  "  S.  S.  Minstrel." 


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2  Lo  !  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings: 

The  Saviour  comes  ! — and  babes  pro- 
claim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise  ; 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press 
To  hail  the  Lord  their  Righteousness. 

4  Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart : 
He  bled  for  us,  he  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  sing  hosanna  too. 

5  Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear ; 
See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear ! 


All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given, 
And  glory  shout  thro'  highest  heaven. 

308  ' 

1  To  thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise, 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  King ! 
Inspired  with  joy  at  thine  approach, 
Thy  children  loud  hosannas  sing. 

2  Hail,  Israel's  King !  hail,  David's  Son ! 
Hail,  thou  that  in  Jehovah's  name 
Didst  come  thy  people  to  redeem, 
And  comest  now  thy  crown  to  claim  ! 

3  Then,  in  thy  way  to  Salem's  courts, 
They  met  thee  with  triumphal  palms ; 
Now,  for  thy  glad  return  we  watch 
With  longing  prayers,  and  vows,  and 

psalms. 


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2  And  the  white  waves  rushing  past  her, 

Round  her  keel  lay  smooth  and  still ; 
For  the  wild  waves  knew  their  Master; 

And  the  waves  obeyed  his  will. 
Thou     who    heard'st     those     seamen 
pleading, 
Waking  at  their  anguish  cry — 

i)  not  now,  when  comfort  needing, 
Saviour,  unto  thee  we  fly. 

3  When  at  night  our  homes  are  shaken, 

And  the  howling  winds  we  hear — 
As  in  terror  we  awaken, 

Keep  us  safe  from  harm  and  fear. 
When  the  waves  of  pride,  or  anger, 

Rise  to  vex  our  hearts  within  ; 
p  us  from  1   dinger, 

I     pa     ioi   si  n  ms  of  sin. 


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1  Once  upon  the  heaving  ocean 

Rode  a  bark  at  evening  tide, 
While  the  waves,  in  wild  commotion, 

Dashed  against  the  vessel's  side. 
Jesus,  sleeping  on  a  pillow, 

Heeded  not  the  raging  billow  ; 
While  the  winds  were  all  abroad, 

Calmly  slept  the  Son  of  God. 

2  In  that  dark  and  stormy  hour 

Fearful  hearts  awaked  their  Lord. 
Jesus,  by  his  sovereign  power, 

Calmed  the  tempest  with  a  word. 
On  life's  dark  and  restless  ocean, 

Mid  the  billows'  wild  commotion, 
Trembling  soul,  your  Lord  is  there; 

Ke  will  make  you  still  his  care. 
Mrs.  Dana. 


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2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he 

spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,   wanderers,    to    my   Father's 

home  ; 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest :" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust  • 
Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  : 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

BOWRING. 

i  At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set, 
The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  thee  lay ; 
Oh,  in  what  divers  pains  they  met ! 
Oh,  with  what  joy  they  went  away  ! 

1  Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 
Oppressed  with  various  ills  draw  near : 
What  if  thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 
We  know  and  feel  that  thou  art  here. 

5  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel ; 
For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  thee  well, 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had. 


And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain, 
Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free  ; 
And  some  have  friends  who  give  them 

pain, 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  thee. 
O  Saviour  Christ,  thou  too  art  Man  ; 
Thou   hast    been    troubled,    tempted, 

tried  ; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very  wounds   that  shame  would 

hide. 
The  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power  ; 
No  word  from  thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

I3 

When  power  divine,  in  mortal  form, 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm, 
In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said — 
"Lo  !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 
Blest  be  the  voice  that  breathes  from 

heaven, 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven, 
When  love,  and  joy,  and  hope  are  fled — 
"Lo  !  it  is  I  ;  be  not  afraid." 
And  when  the  last  dread  hour  is  come, 
While    shuddering    nature    wails    her 

doom, 
This  voice  shall  call  the  pious  dead — ■ 
"Lo  !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid."  j.  e. Smith. 


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2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I   would    transcribe    and   make   them 
mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my 

name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God ! 

2  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 
Oh,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe? 

\  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  si  orn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before? 
So  meek,  forgiving  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 


4  The  bending  angels  stooped  to  see 
The  lisping  infant  clasp  thy  knee, 
And  smile  as  in  a  father's  eye, 
Upon  thy  mild  divinity. 

5  And  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

6  Oh,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ; 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 

A.  C.  Coxk. 
3l6 

1  When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere. 
The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here, 
Where'er  he  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  fainting  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night, 
Beheld  his  face, — for  God  is  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

3  With  bounding  steps,  the  halt  and  lame 
To  hail  their  great  Deliverer  came  ; 
O'er  the  cold  grave  he  bowed  his  head, 
He  spake  the  word,  and  raised  the  dead. 

4  Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
In  his  inspiring  presence  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

Montgomery. 


CHRIST'S     LIFE     AND     MINISTRY.  T  29 

TRENT.        CM.  "  Greatorex  Coll." 


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Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee ! 

Like  thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sin  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye, 

In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord  !  with  thee. 

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i  Incarnate  Word  !  by  every  grief, 
By  each  temptation  tried, 
Who  lived  to  yield  our  ills  relief, 
And  to  redeem  us  died  ! 

2  If  gaily  clothed  and  proudly  fed, 
In  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell, 
Remind  us  of  thy  manger  bed, 
And  lowly  cottage  cell. 


3  If  press'd  by  poverty  severe, 

In  envious  want  we  pine, 
Oh  may  the  Spirit  whisper  near, 
How  poor  a  lot  was  thine ! 

4  Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene 

From  sin  preserve  us  free  ; 
Like  us  thou  hast  a  mourner  been, 
May  we  rejoice  with  thee  ! 

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1  Thou  art  the  Way :  to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart  ; 
Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life : 

Grant  us  to  know  that  Way ; 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
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2  When  the  pangs  of  trial  seize  us, 

When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 
Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 

Surely,  none  can  feel  like  thee, 
Weeping  One  of  Bethany. 

3  Jesus  wept!   and   still   in  glory, 

He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear ; 
Living  to  retrace   the  story 

Of  the   hearts  lie  solaced   here. 
Lord,  when   1   am  called  to  die, 
Let  me  think  of  Bethany. 

4  Jesus  wept  !  thai  tear  of  sorrow 

Is  a  legacy  of  love  ; 
Yesterd  ly,  to  day,  to  morrow, 

II  •   the  same  doth  ever  prove. 
Thou   art    all    in   all   to  me, 
Living  ( >ne  of  Bethany  ! 


CHRIST'S     LIFE     AND     MINISTRY. 
PARK     STREET.       L.   M. 


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2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark  !  all  the  tribes  hosanna  cry ! 
Thy  humble  beast  pursues  his  road, 
With   palms   and    scattered    garments 

strowed. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 
Look  down,  with  sad  and  wondering 

eyes, 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh : 
The  Father,  on  his  sapphire  throne, 
Expects  his  own  anointed  Son. 

5  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  : 
Bow  thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain  ; 
Then   take,   O   God,   thy  power,    and 


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*  O  wondrous  type,  O  vision  fair, 
Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share, 
Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  shows, 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  he  glows  ! 

2  With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 


What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above, 
Who  joy  in  God  with  perfect  love. 

3  And  faithful  »isarts  are  raised  on  high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery  ; 

For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer,  the  hymn  of  praise. 

4  .0  Father,  with  the  Eternal  Son, 
And  Floly  Spirit,  ever  One, 
Vouchsafe  to  bring  us  by  thy  grace 
To  see  thy  glory  face  to  face. 

J.  M.  Neale. 
323 

i  Flow  fast,  my  tears !  the  cause  is  great ; 
This  tribute,  claims  an  injured  Friend : 
One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 
And  yet  he  loved  me  to  the  end. 

2  Fast  flow  my  tears ;  yet  faster  flow, 
Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide  ; 
'Twas  I  that  dealt  the  deadly  blow, 

I  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side. 

3  Fast,  and  yet  faster  flow  my  tears, 
Love  breaks  the  heart  and  drowns  the 

eyes,  [rears, 

His  visage  marred,  towards  heaven  he 
And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  dies  ! 

4  My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  Friend ! 
And  gives  me  in  a  happy  hour, 

To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 

W.  Shirley. 


132  GOD 

OLIVE'S     BROW.       L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 

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2  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  all  removed, 
The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears  ; 
Ev'n  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  ether-plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 


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325 


Lord  !  in  thy  garden  agony, 
No  light  seemed  on  thy  soul  to  break. 
No  form  of  seraph  lingered  nigh, 
Nor  yet  the  voice  of  comfort  spake — 

Till,  by  thine  own  triumphant  word, 
The  victory  over  ill  was  won; 
Till  the  sweet,  mournful  cry  was  hear!, 
"Thy  will,  (  )  God,  not  mine,  he  don     !" 

Lord,   bring   these   precious    moments 

bat  k, 
When,  fainting,  againsl  sin  we  sti  tin  : 


Or  in  thy  counsels  fail  to  track 
Aught  but  the  present  grief  and  pain. 

4  In  weakness,  help  us  to  contend  ; 
In  darkness,  yield  to  God  our  will  ; 
And  true  hearts,  faithful  to  the  end, 
Cheer  by  thine  holy  angels  still ! 


326 


1  From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard — 
A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  j 
My  Saviour!  every  mournful  word 
Bespoke  thy  soul's  deep  ago->y. 

2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 
On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One  ! 
And  all  the  eager  hosts  of  hell 
Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  dis- 

grace— 
These  thou  could'st  bear,  nor  once  re- 
pine ; 
But  when  Jehovah  vailed  his  face. 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

.1    Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break; 
Let  pealing  anthems  lend  the  sky; 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul,  awake! 
I  le  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 


CHRIST'S     SUFFERING    AND     DEATH. 


133 


ZEPHYR.       L.   M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  Brought  forth  to  judgment,nowhestands 
Arraigned,  condemned,  at  Pilate's  bar  • 
Here,spurned  byfierce  praetorian  bands, 
There,  mocked  by  Herod's  men  of  war. 

3  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn — 
Mock-homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee — 
The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn — 
The  scourge,  the  nail,  th'  accursed  tree. 

4  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found ; 
He  neither  threatens,  nor  complains  ; 
Meek  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound, 
Dumb,  'mid  his  murderers  he  remains. 

5  But  hark  !  he  prays  :  'tis  for  his  foes  : 
And  speaks:  'tis  comfort  to  his  friends  ; 
Answers  :  and  paradise  bestows  ; 

He  bows  his  head :  the  conflict  ends. 

Montgomery. 

328 

i   Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 
That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; — 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats  ; 
Soft  as  the  tuneful  lyres  above : 

2   Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 
While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars ; 
So  soft,  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours : 


3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray, 
That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day, 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God  ; 

4  Pure  as  the  breath  of  vernal  skies  ; — 
So  pure  let  our  contrition  be  ; 

So  purely  let  our  love  arise 

To  him  who  bled  upon  the  tree,  collier. 

329 

1  O  Christ  !  our  King,  Creator,  Lord  ! 
Saviour  of  all  who  trust  thy  word  ! 
To  them  who  seek  thee  ever  near, 
Now  to  our  praises  bend  an  ear. 

2  In  thy  dear  cross  a  balm  is  found, 

It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound, 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 
Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our 
souls. 

3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night ; 
Yet  thou  hast  vailed  in  flesh  thy  light, 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear, 
A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  bear. 

4  When  thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  thee  :• 
When  thou  didst  there   yield  up  thy 

breath, 
The  world  grew  dark  as  shades  of  death. 

Gregory, 


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Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small  ■ 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

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2  Forbid  it,  Lord  !  that  I  should  boast 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

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1  Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour 

dies  ; 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ; 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Descends  the  sacred,  crimson  tide. 

2  And    didst    thou   bleed  ? — for  sinners 

bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No  ;  he  withdrew  his  cheering  ray, 
And  darkness  veiled  the  mourning  day. 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  mercy  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Unmoved  by  either  love  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

Steele. 

332 

1  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man  ! 
The  Man  of  Grief,  condemned  for  you, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue. 

2  His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear, 
With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood  ; 
His  sacred  limbs  !  exposed  and  bare, 
Or  only  covered  with  his  blood. 

3  Behold  his  temples  crowned  with  thorn, 
His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn, 
The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side. 

4  Oh  thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 
How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move? 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love  ! 

C.  Wesley. 


333 

1  "  'Tis  finished !  " — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died  : 
"  'Tis  finished  !  " — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  "  'Tis  finished  !  " — this  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  deepest  hue  atone, 

And  millions  be  redeemed  from  death 
By  Jesus'  last,  expiring  breath. 

3  "  'Tis  finished  !  " — Heaven    is   recon- 

ciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled ; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  '"Tis  finished  !" — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 
"  'Tis  finished ! " — let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Stennett. 

334 

1  Nature  with  open  volume  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad ; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 
Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 
His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines; 
Here  on  the  cross  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Oh  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  loved  and  died ; 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and   bleeding 

side. 

4  I  would  forever  speak  his  name 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Watts. 


136 


GO  D. 


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2  Ye  saints,  approach  !  the  anguish  view 
Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men  ; 
But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  lie  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell. 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  "  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !  " 
Then  ask, — "  O   death,  where   is   thy 

sting ? 
And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ?  " 

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Oh  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ! 
Oh  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ! 
Oh  come,  together  let  us  mourn  ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride? 
Ah  !  look  how  patiently  he  hangs  : 
'        .  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 
I  I     •  fast  his  hands  and  feet  arc  nailed  ; 
His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dun  I. 


His    fainting   eyes   are    dimmed   with 

blood  ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross  ; 
So  may  the  blood  from  out  his  side 
Fall  gently  on  us — drop  by  drop  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied  : 
Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

Faber. 

337 

1  Of  him  wno  did  salvation  bring, 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing  ; 
Arise,  ye  needy, — he'll  relieve  ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty, — he'll  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  ; 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven, 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To    shame    our    sins    he     blushed     in 

blood  ; 
He  closed  his  eves  to  show  us  (".oil  : 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and   know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly; 

I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  ; 

Ah!   who  against  thy  charms  is  proof, 

Ah  !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough. 

C  Wesley. 


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ROLLAND.         L.    M.  Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heaven  resigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground 
To  ransom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

3  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  strive 
To  speak  compassion  so  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 

A  thousand  lives  should  all  be  thine. 

Watts. 

339 

1  Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 
And  gaze  upon  thy  holy  cross, 
In  love  of  thee  and  scorn  of  self, 

Oh  !  may  we  count  the  world  as  loss. 

2  When  we  behold  thy  bleeding  wounds, 
And  the  rough  way  that  thou  hast  trod, 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God. 

3  O  holy  Lord  !  uplifted  high 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below ! 

.4  Give  us  an  ever  living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see  ; 


And  in  the  mystery  of  thy  death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  thee. 

Wm.  Walsham  How. 
340 

i  Beneath  thy  cross  I  lay  me  down, 
And  mourn  to  see  thy  bloody  crown ; 
Love  drops  in  blood  from  every  vein  ; 
Love  is  the  spring  of  all  thy  pain. 

2  Here,  Jesus,  I  shall  ever  stay, 
And  spend  my  longing  hours  away, 
Think  on  thy  bleeding  wounds  atid  pain, 
And  contemplate  thy  woes  again. 

3  The  rage  of  Satan  and  of  sin, 
Of  foes  without,  and  fears  within, 
Shall  ne'er  my  conquering  soul  remove, 
Or  from  thy  cross,  or  from  thy  love. 

4  Secured  from  harm  beneath  thy  shade, 
Here  death  and  hell  shall  ne'er  invade  j 
Nor  Sinai,  with  its  thundering  noise, 
Shall  e'er  disturb  my  happier  joys. 

5  O  unmolested,  happy  rest ! 

Where  inward  fears  are  all  supprest; 
Here  I  shall  love,  and  live  secure, 
And  patiently  my  cross  endure. 

Wm.  Williams. 


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When,  hast  -  ing      to       Je    -    ru  -    sa  -  lem, 


He  marched  be-  fore     the     rest ! 


341 

2  Good-will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  every  thought  engross  ; 

He  longs  to  be  baptized  in  blood, 

He  pants  to  reach  the  cross. 

3  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew ; 
' Twas  love  that  urged  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can ; 

Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 
Salvation  to  the  dying  man, 
And  to  the  rising  God  ! 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies.      cowper. 

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1  BEHOLD,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  'Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 


His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  I  " 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide  ; 

His  image  may  we  bear; 
Oh,  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share  !       Enfield. 

343 

1  How  wondrous  was  the  burning  zeal 

Which  filled  the  Master's  breast. 
When,  all  his  sufPrings  full  in  view, 
To  Salem's  towers  he  pressed  ! 

2  Dear  Lord  !  no  tongue  can  duly  tell 

Thy  love's  prevailing  might  ; 
No  thought  can  comprehend  its  length 
And  breadth  and  depth  and  height  ! 

3  Yet  grant  that  we  may  follow  thee 

Through  all  thine  hours  of  scorn  ; 
And    learn    with    thee    to   watch    and 
pray,— 
With  thee  to  weep  and  mourn. 

1    And  still,  O  blessed  Nazarene  ! 
The  more  thy  cross  we  sec, 
The  more  may  each  exclaim  with  joy, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 


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2  Well  may  the  earth  astonished  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize  ; 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black : 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies  ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all-atoning  blood ! 
Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  he, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  every  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 

Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain ; 
Oh  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain. 

S.  Wesley,  Jr. 

345 

i  A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 
The  blessed  Saviour  passed  ; 
A  mourner  all  his  life  was  he, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 
For  all  its  life-blood  gave  ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 


3  Such  was  our  Lord  ;  and  shall  we  fear 

The  cross,  with  all  its  scorn  ? 
Or  love  a  faithless  evil  world, 

That  wreathed  his  brow  with  thorn  ? 

4  No !  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 

Like  him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press  thro'  storm  or  calm. 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill.  Bonar. 


346 


1  Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  -die  for  me  ! 

2  Hark !    how  he  groans,  while  nature 

shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  vail  asunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  finished  !  now  the  ransom  's  paid. 

"  Receive  my  soul !  "  he  cries  : 
See — how  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he  '11  break  death's  iron  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain — 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 

S.  Wesley,  Sr„ 


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347 


2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do.  Watts. 


348 


1  Dark   was   the   night,  and   cold   the 

ground 
On  which  the  Lord  was  laid  ; 
His  sweat  like  drops  of  blood  ran  down; 
In  agony  he  prayed, — 

2  "  Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  will  ; 
It  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfil." 

3  Go  to  the  Garden,  sinner  ;  see 

Those  precious  drops  that  flow  ; 
The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee  ; 
For  thee  lie  lies  so  low. 


4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear ; 
Thy  Father's  will  obey  ; 
And,  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
Awake  to  watch  and  pray,     haweis. 

349 

f  And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just, 
The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 

2  He  took  the  dying  sinner's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead  ; 

For  man,  oh  miracle  of  grace  ! 

For  man  the  Saviour  bled. 

3  Dear    Lord,    what    heavenly    wonders 

dwell 
In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God.     Steele. 

35° 

1  How  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows. 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

3  This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew.  waits. 


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Around  that  tree  of  pain  ; 
The   rocks   are   rent ;  the  graves   are 
The  veil  is  rent  in  twain.        [burst  ; 

5  The  sun  withdraws  his  light ; 

The  mid-day  heavens  grow  pale ; 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

6  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Have  we  no  griefs,  or  fears  ? 
Come,  old  and  young,  come   all  man- 
kind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

7  Come,  fall  before  his  cross, 

Who  shed  for  us  his  blood  ; 
Who  died,  the  victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

353 

1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upun  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  I 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 

A  ransom  for  his  flock  !  Watts. 


351 

2  For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 

Were  all  these  sorrows  borne  ? 

Why  did  he  feel  that  painful  smart, 

And  meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

3  For  us  he  hung  and  bled, 

For  us  in  torture  died  ; 
'Twas  love  that  bowed  his  fainting  head, 
And  oped  his  gushing  side. 

4  I  see,  and  I  adore 

In  sympathy  of  love  ; 
I  feel  the  strong,  attractive  power 
To  lift  my  soul  above. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords  as  these, 

Let  all  the  earth  combine, 
With  cheerful  ardor,  to  confess 
The  energy  divine.  Doddridge. 

352 

1  O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe, 
Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 
•2  See  how  the  nails  those  hands 
And  feet  so  tender  rend  ; 
See  down  his  face,  and  neck,  and  breast 
His  sacred  blood  descend. 
3  Oh,  hear  that  awful  cry 

Which  pierced  his  mother's  heart, 
As  into  God  the  Father's  hands 
He  bade  his  soul  depart. 
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2  What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain  : 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 

3  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  thee,  clearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 
Thy  pity  without  end? 

CRUCIFIX.       7s  &  6s. 


Oh  make  me  thine  forever  ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee  ! 

Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

Oh  show  thy  cross  to  me  ! 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ! 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely,  through  thy  love. 

Bernard,  1153. 
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2  Under  the  olive  boughs, 

Falling  like  ruby  beads, 
The  blood  drops  from  his  brows  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

3  While  the  fierce  scourges  fall 

The  precious  blood  still  pleads  ; 
In  front  of  Pilate's  hall 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

4  Beneath  the  thorny  crown 

The  crimson  fountain  speeds  ; 
ON     THE     CROSS.       7s, 


See  how  it  trickles  down  ; 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

5  Bearing  the  fatal  wood, 
His  band  of  saints  he  leads, 

Marking  the  way  with  blood  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

6  He  hangs  upon  the  tree, 
Hangs  there  for  my  misdeeds  ; 

He  sheds  his  blood  for  me  • 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

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2  Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story 
Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross  ! 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory, 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross  ! 
Yes,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be, 
Through  time  and  in  eternity, 
That  Jesus  suffer'd  death  for  me, 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 


Let  every  mourner  come  and  cling 

To  the  cross,  to  the  cross  ! 
Let  every  Christian  come  and  sing, 

Round  the  cross,  round  the  cross ! 
Here  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand, 
And  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand, 
Proclaim  the  triumphs  of  the  Lamb 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 


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Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale, 
Shivering  rocks  and  rending  veil, 
By  earth  that  trembles  at  his  doom, 
By  yonder  saints  that  burst  their  tomb, 
Trembling  nature  knows  thee  now; 
Son  of  God,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 
Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and   bleeding,  who  is  he? 
By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 
"Lord!  they  know  not  what  they  do!" 
By  Eden,  promised  ere  he  died 
To  the  felon  at  his  side, 
Lord,  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow, 
Son  of  God,  'tis  thou!  'tis  thou! 
Hound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  <  ry 
The  life  given  up  in  agony  ; 


By  the  baffled  burning  thirst, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
Crucified  !  we  know  thee  now  ; 
Son  of  Man,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Cold  and  lifeless,  who  is  he? 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 
In  the  chamber  of  the  dead  : 
By  the  mourners  come  to  weep 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep  ; 
By  the  linen  round  thy  brow, 
Son  of  Man,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  he? 
Iiy  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  lie  died  to  save, 
By  the  conquest  he  hath  won, 
By  the  saints  before  his  throne, 
By  the  rainbow  round  his  brow; 
Son  of  God,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou! 


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It  is      fin-ished!  It         is      fin  -  ished !"  Hear   the    dy   -   ing  Sav-iour     cry. 


358 


2  It  is  finished, — oh  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

"  It  is  finished  !  " 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law, — 
Finished — all  that  God  hath  promised, 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

"  It  is  finished  !  " 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Evans. 

359 

1  Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
All  his  raiment  stained  with  blood, 


To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good  ; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  ? 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 

Traveling  onward  in  his  might ; 
Tis  the  Saviour  ;  oh,  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquered,  and  the  grave  ; 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining, 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain ; 
Fallen  now,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  forever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won ; 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done. 
Thou  hast  slain  thy  people's  foes ; 
Thou  hast  healed  thy  people's  woes. 

Kelly. 


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2  Jesus,  who  is  always  near, 

Though  too  often  un perceived, 
Came  his  drooping  child  to  cheer, 

Kindly  asking  why  she  grieved  : 
Though  at  first  she  knew  him  not, 

When  he  called  her  by  name 
Then  her  griefs  were  all  forgot, 

For  she  found  he  was  the  same. 

3  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 

As  she  heard  his  welcome  voice  ; 
Just  before,  she  thought  him  dead, 

Now,  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day! 
You  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

II,-  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

4  lb-  who  came  to  comfort  her, 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-tost. 
On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ  ; 
Weeping  for  a  while  may  last, 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy, 

Newton. 


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1  Resting  from  his  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay  ; 
Still  he  slept ;  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, — 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene  ; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 

To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  thee  till  life  shall  end 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 
Let  me  hew  thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  thee  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
(  )f  the  busy  world  around  ; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 

WllVTIIIEAD. 


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View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned. 
Oh  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

Oh  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss : 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
"  It  is  finished  !"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom : 

Who  hath  taken  him  away? 
Christ  is  risen,  he  seeks  the  skies  ; 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

Montgomery. 


363 


1  Wouldst  thou  learn  the  depth  of  sin, 
AD  its  bitterness  and  pain  ? 


What  it  cost  thy  God  to  win 
Sinners  to  himself  again  ? 
Come,  poor  sinner,  come  with  me  ; 
Visit  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  Wouldst  thou  know  God's  wondrous 

love? 

Seek  it  not  beside  the  throne  ; 
List  not  angels'  praise  above  ; 

Come  and  hear  the  heavy  groan 
By  the  Godhead  heaved  for  thee, 
Sinner,  in  Gethsemane. 

3  When  his  tears  and  bloody  sweat, 

When  his  passion  and  his  prayer, 
When  his  pangs  on  Olivet 

Wake  within  thee  thoughts  of  care, 
Think,  O  sinner,  'twas  for  thee 
He  suffered  in  Gethsemane. 

4  Hate  the  sin  that  cost  so  dear  ; 

Love  the  God  that  loved  thee  so  ; 
Weep  thou  must,  but  likewise  fear 

Lest  that  fountain  freshly  flow, 
That  once  freely  gushed  for  thee 
In  sorrowful  Gethsemane. 

MONSELL. 


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2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  : 
Lo  !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise  ! 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King: 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  he  died,  our  souls  to  save : 
Where  thy  victory,  O  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  head; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley. 


365 


i     Angels!  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
Death  !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey; 
See!  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Now,  ye  saints,  lifl  up  your  eyes, 
S    ■  him  high  in  glory  rise! 
Hosts  of  angels,  on  the  road, 
H  lil  him — the  incarnate  God. 


3  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide  ; 

See  the  Conqueror  through  them  ride  I 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne — 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

4  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs  ! 
Tune,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Raise,  O  earth  !  your  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

5  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captive  hell ! 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king? 

Gibbons. 


366 


i   Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 
Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies — 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  awav  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lav! 

3  Christian  !  dry  yOur  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save  ! 

Collier. 


CHRIST'S     RESURRECTION     AND     GLORY, 


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Who  for  us  endured  the  strife, 
Is  our  paschal  Lamb  to-day  ! 
We,  too,  sing  for  joy,  and  say, 

Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 

He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss, 
Comfortless,  upon  the  cross, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry ; 
Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 

Now  he  bids  us  tell  abroad 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we,  too,  may  enter  heaven  ! 
Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 


M.  Weiss. 


368 


i  Hail  to  thee,  our  risen  King  ! 
Joyfully  thy  praise  we  sing ; 
For,  the  mighty  conflict  o'er, 
Now  thou  livest  evermore. 

2  Thou  within  the  tomb  hast  slept, 
Angel  guards  thy  vigil  kept ; 
'Twas  their  word  to  Mary  brought 
Tidings  of  the  Lord  she  sought. 

3  "  Seek  him  not  among  the  dead, 
He  is  risen  as  he  said :" 


Gladdened  by  the  angelic  word, 
Turning,  she  beheld  her  Lord. 

4  Fain  like  Mary,  Lord,  would  we 
In  thy  glorious  presence  be, 
Hear  thy  voice  and  see  thy  face, 
Praise  thee  for  thy  wondrous  grace. 

369 

1  Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
Glorious,  to  his  native  skies  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits  : 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin  ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 

His  prevailing  death  he  pleads  ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

4  Master,  will  we  ever  say, 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 

5  Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant,  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  thee  beyond  the  skies ! 

C.  Wesley. 


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In  full  assembly  meet 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet: 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day  to  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

And  the  glad  tidings  bear  ; 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "Jesus  who  bled 
Hath  left  the  dead  ;  he  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell; 
Transported  cry,  "Jesus  who  bled 
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1  Ye  saints  !  your  music  bring, 

And  swell  the  rapturous  sound  ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound  : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints!  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross — the  cross  alone — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell ; 
Like  lightning  from  his  throne, 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell  ; 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string. 

3  The  cross  hath  power  to  save, 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise  ; 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies  ; 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  sti  ing. 


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2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 
"  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'er- 

threw  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

C.  Wesley. 

373 

1  Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise, 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays, 
Teh  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 
Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  the  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

.2  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  almighty  Captive  Prisoner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 


Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 
Jesus  the  God  exalted  reigns  ; 
His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And    echoes    through    the    heavenly 

plains.  Watts. 

374 

1  Hail  !     morning    known    among   the 

blest, — 
Morning  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love, — 
Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest, 
Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above. 
Blest  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
Who  from  the  dead  hath  brought  his 

Son, 
Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restored, 
And  everlasting  glory  won. 

2  Scarce  morning  twilight  had  begun 
To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
When  Christ  arose — unsetting  Sun — 
The  dawn  of  joy's  eternal  day. 
Mercy  looked  down  with  smiling  eye, 
When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead  ; 
Faith  marked  his  bright  ascent  on  high, 
And  hope,  with  gladness,  raised  her 

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2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye  ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  for  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 

And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

376 

1  When  I  the  holy  grave  survey, 
Where  once  my  Saviour  deigned  to  lie, 
I  see  fulfilled  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim, 
How    weak    the    bands  of  conquered 

death :  [name 

Sweet   pledge   that    all    who   trust   his 
Shall  rise,  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more, 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead, 
Foi   whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 


M.  Bruce. 


4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul,  behold  ! 
See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  a  harp  of  gold — 
A  crown  of  joy,  when  he  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  flesh  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

Wallin. 

377 

1  He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice,   armed  with  frowns,  ap- 
pears ; 

But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace  ! 

3  Hence,    then,    ye    black     despairing 

thoughts ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  tins  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
Thai  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  I 

( )n  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

Sl'RELB. 


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to  plead  for  me  above  ; 
my  hungry  soul  to  feed  ; 
to  help  in  time  of  need, 
to  grant  me  rich  supply  ; 
to  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 
to  comfort  me  when  faint ; 
to  hear  my  soul's  complaint, 
to  silence  all  my  fears  ; 
to  stoop  and  wipe  my  tears; 
to  calm  my  troubled  heart ; 
all  blessings  to  impart. 

Medley. 

379 

1  The  morning  kindles  all  the  sky, 
The    heavens    resound   with   anthems 

high, 
The  shining  angels  as  they  speed, 
Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !" 

2  Vainly  with  rocks  his  tomb  was  barred, 
While  Roman  guards  kept  watch  and 

ward  ; 
Majestic  from  the  spoiled  tomb, 
In  pomp  of  triumph  he  has  come  ! 


2 

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He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

3 

He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

4 

He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

5 

He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

He  lives 

3  When  the  amazed  disciples  heard, 
Their  hearts  with  speechless  joy  were 

stirred ; 
Their  Lord's  beloved  face  to  see, 
Eager  they  haste  to  Galilee. 

4  His  pierced  hands  to  them  he  shows, 
His    face  with    love's   own    radiance 

glows  ; 
They  with  the  angels'  message  speed, 
And  shout, "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !" 

5  O  Christ,  thou  King  compassionate  ! 
Our  hearts  possess ;  on  thee  we  wait  ; 
Help  us  to  render  praises  due 

To  thee  the  endless  ages  through  ! 

380 

1  He    lives,    my    kind,  wise,    heavenly 

Friend  ; 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end  ; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing  ; 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

2  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

3  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  Name  ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same  ; 
Oh,  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  !" 

Medley. 


GOD 


I.  Ho-san-na  to     the  Prince  ol  Light,  Who  clothed  himself  in  clay, 

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2  See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 
And"triumph  in  his  eyes. 

3  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

4  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blest  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

5  Bright    angels,    strike     your    loudest 

strings, 
Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 

Watts. 

382 

i  Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
And  near  thy  Father  sit : 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  Gospel  do! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  numerous  (hops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  G  -I  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

\       1  flanges  wh.it  he  swore  : — 


"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
When  Aaron  is  no  more." 

4  Jesus,  our  Priest,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jesus,  our  King,  forever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

5  God  will  exalt  his  glorious  he 

His  lofty  throne  maintain, 
And  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign,      watts. 


38 


1  Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore, 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  the  Almighty  Lord  ! 

2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 

The  ascending  God  proclaim  ; 
The  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 

In  that  triumphant  hour; 
And  Cnn\  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
To  his  right  hand  of  power. 

4  Oh  shout,  ye  people,  and  adore  ; 

Exulting  strike  the  ehord  ! 

Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  the  Almighty  Ford. 

l.YTi; 


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HENRY.       C.   M. 


S.  B.  Pond. 


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Such  wonders  love  can  do  ! 

Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

If  ye  have  wept  at  yonder  cross, 
And  still  your  sorrows  rise, 

Stoop  down  and  view  the  vanquished 
grave, 
Then  wipe  your  weeping  eyes. 

Yes,  dry   your    tears,  and  tune  your 
songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  again  ; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 

The  Conqueror  could  detain. 

High  o'er  th'  angelic  band  he  rears 
His  once  dishonored  head  ; 

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Doddridge. 


Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Our  great  High  Priest  above, 

And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 
Where  angels  bow  around, 

And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crowned  ;- 
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3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  a  name  once  treasured  there 
E'er  from  his  care  depart. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When     gems    and    monuments,     ana 
crowns, 
Are  moldered  into  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 

To  endless  ages  borne.  Doddridge. 


386 


With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above  : 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bosom  glows  with  love. 
Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 

For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 
He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 

What  every  member  bears. 
Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 

In  the  distressing  hour.  Watts. 


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TAPPAN.       C.   M. 


Geo.  Kingsley. 


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2  And  what  I  say,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend, 
That  soon  in  every  place  shall  dawn 
His  kingdom  without  end. 

3  Now  first  to  souls  who  thus  awake, 

Seems  earth  a  fatherland  ; 
A  new  and  endless  life  they  take 
With  rapture  from  his  hand. 

4  The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 

Are  whelmed  beneath  the  sea ; 
And  every  heart,  now  light  and  brave, 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 

5  Now  let  the  mourner  grieve  no  more, 

Though  his  beloved  sleep  ; 
A  happier  meeting  shall  restore 
Their  light  to  eyes  that  weep. 

NOVALIS. 

388 

i  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky, 
The  air  with  praises  rings, 
Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by, 
The  world  exulting  sings  : 
!    While  he,  the  King  all  strong  to  save, 
Rends  the  dark  doors  away, 
And  through  the  breaches  of  the  grave 

Strides  forth  into  the  daw 
3  Death's  1  aptive,  in  his  gloomy  prison 
Fast  fettered  lie  has  lain  ; 


But  he  has  mastered  death,  is  risen, 
And  now  death  wears  the  chain. 

4  The  shining  angels  cry,  "  Away 

With  grief;  no  spices  bring; 
Not  tears,  but  songs,  this  joyful  day, 
Should  greet  the  rising  King !" 

5  Glory  to  God  !  our  glad  lips  cry  ; 

All  praise  and  worship  be 
On    earth,    in    heaven,   to    God   Most 
High, 
For  Christ's  great  victory  ! 


389 


1  Oh  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ; 
Let  all  the  lands  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels   shout    and   praise   their 

King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing  ; — 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise,  with  awe  profound} 

Let  knowTedge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue,     waits. 


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ADORATION.         CM.  Wu.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  his  by  sovereign  right : 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright ; — 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

4  To  them,  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace  is  given  ; 
Their  name,  an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy — the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  To  them  the  cross  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  him  ; 

His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 

Their  everlasting  theme.        Kelly. 

391 

1  Welcome  thou  Victor  in  the  strife, 
Welcome  from  out  the  cave ! 
To-day  we  triumph  in  thy  life 
Around  thine  empty  grave. 
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2  Our  enemy  is  put  to  shame, 

His  short-lived  triumph  o'er  ; 
Our  God  is  with  us,  we  exclaim, 
We  fear  our  foe  no  more. 

3  Oh  share  with  us  the  spoils,  we  pray, 

Thou  diedst  to  achieve ; 
We  meet  within  thy  house  to-day, 
Our  portion  to  receive. 

4  And  let  thy  conquering  banner  wave 

O'er  hearts  thou  makest  free, 
And  point  the  path  that  from  the  grave 
Leads  heavenward  up  to  thee. 

5  We  die  with  thee  :  oh,  let  us  live 

Henceforth  to  thee  aright ! 
The  blessings  thou  hast  died  to  give 
Be  daily  in  our  sight. 

6  Fearless  we  lay  us  in  the  tomb, 

And  sleep  the  night  away, 
If  thou  art  there  to  break  the  gloom, 
And  call  us  back  to-day. 

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158 


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L.  Mason. 


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All  above  and  gives  it  worth  ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers    and  charms  thy  saints  on 
earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine 
own  : 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Chosen  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing! 

Bring,  oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heaven      and      earth      shall      pa   3 
away  ! 
I  hen  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
"Glory,  glory,  to  our  King!" 

Hallelujah,  Amen  ! 

Kim  v. 


393 

i   Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  : 

Crowned  in  mockery  a  king  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor  ; 

Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading  ; 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ; 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits  ; 

Help  to  chant  [mmanuel's  praise. 


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2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  him; 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  heavenly  concert  rings  : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name  : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  H  irk  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark !      those      loud,      triumphant 

chords ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station ; 
Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  him,  crown  him, 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

Kelly. 

395 

i  Hail,  thou  happy  morn,  so  glorious  ! 
Come,  ye  saints,  your  griefs  give  o'er ; 


Sing  how  Jesus  rose  victorious, 
By  his  own  almighty  power : 

Hallelujah ! 
To  the  glorious  Son  of  God. 

Countless  bands  of  angels  glorious, 
Cloth'd  in  bright  ethereal  blue  ; 

Straight  the  sound  of  Christ  victorious 
From  their  silver  trumpets  flew  : 

Christ  triumphant 
Rises,  Conqueror  o'er  the  tomb. 

Is  this  he  who  died  on  Calvary, 

Who  was  piere'd  with  many  a  spear  ? 

Clad  with  countless  suns  of  glory, 
See,  he  rises  through  the  air : 

Hallelujah ! 
Zion's  mourner,  now  rejoice. 

Tremble,  ye  who  him  rejected, 

Lo  !  he  breaks  through  yonder  cloud; 

Rise,  ye  saints,  and  shout  triumphant, 
Victory  !  through  Jesus'  blood  : 

Hark  !  the  trumpet 
Sounds  the  resurrection  morn. 


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2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty: 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

"  Come  to  judgment ! — 
Come  to  judgment ! — come  away  !" 

4  Now  the  Saviour,  long  expected, 

See,  in  solemn  pomp,  appear  ; 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

Wf.si.ev  &  Cbnnick. 

i   Christ  is  coming!  let  creation 

Bid  her  groans  and  travail  cease  ; 
Let  the  glorious  proclamation 

Hope  restore  and  faith  increase — 
Christ  is  coming  I 
Come,  ill"- 1  blessed  Prince  Of  peace. 


2  Earth  can  now  but  tell  the  story 

Of  thy  bitter  cross  and  pain  ; 
She  shall  yet  behold  thy  glory 

When  thou  comest  back  to  reign — 

Christ  is  coming ! 
Let  each  heart  repeat  the  strain. 

3  Though  once  cradled  in  a  manger, 

Oft  no  pillow  but  the  sod; 
Here  an  alien  and  a  stranger, 

Mocked  of  men,  disowned  of  God- 
All  creation 
Yet  shall  own  that  kingly  rod. 

4  Long  thy  exiles  have  been  pining, 

Far  from  rest  and  home  and  thee  ; 
But,  in  heavenly  vesture  shining, 
Soon  they  shall  thy  glory  see — 

Christ  is  coming  I 
Haste  the  joyous  jubilee. 

5  With  that  "  blessed  hope"  before  us, 

Let  no  harp  remain  unstrung  ; 
Let  the  mighty  advent  chorus 

Onward  roll  from  tongue  to  tongue- 
Christ  is  coming ! 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

Macduff. 


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2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Through  the  eternal  deep  resounds  ; 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints, 

Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds  ; 
They  who  pierced  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear  ; 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him  ; 
.Now  the  royal  sentence  hear: 
;        Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

4  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  ; 

Endless  praise  be  your  employ : " 
Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 

Cennick 

399 

1  Lo !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending ! 
Hark !  the  trump  of  God  is  blown, 
And  th'  Archangel's  voice  attending 
Makes  the  high  procession  known  : 
Sons  of  Adam 
Rise,  and  stand  before  your  God  ! 


2  Crowns  and  sceptres  fall  before  him, 

Kings  and  conquerors  own  his  sway  ; 
Haughtiest  monarchs  now  adore  him, 

While  they  see  his  lightnings  play : 
How  triumphant 
Is  the  world's  Redeemer  now ! 

3  Hear  his  voice,  as  mighty  thunder 

Sounding  in  eternal  roar, 
While  its  echo  rends  in  sunder 

Rocks    and    mountains,     sea     and 
shore ; 

Hark!  his  accents 
Thro'  th'  unfathomed  deep  resound  ! 

4  "Come,  Lord  Jesus  !    oh,  come  quick- 

ly," 
Oft  has  prayed  the  mourning  bride  : 
"  Lo  !"  he  answers,  "  I  come  quickly  !" 
Who  thy  coming  may  abide  ? 
All  who  loved  him, 
All  who  longed  to  see  his  day. 

5  "Come,"  he  saith,  "ye  heirs  of  glory; 

Come,  ye  purchase  of  my  blood ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  now  before  you, 

Rise,  and  fill  the  mount  of  God, 
Fixed  forever 
Where  the  Lamb  on  Zion  stands." 

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2  O  thou  long-expected,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  thee ; 
Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary, 
Where  thy  light  I  do  not  see : 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  thou  return  to  me  ! 

3  Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  clay  at  hand  ; 
Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  thee,  till  I  stand, 

0  my  Saviour, 
In  thy  bright  an'd  promised  land  ! 

4  With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burn- 

ing, 
Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 
Watching  for  thy  glad  returning, 
To  restore  me  to  my  home, 

Come,  my  Saviour ! 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come! 

MONSBLL. 


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i  Jesus  comes  to  souls  rejoicing, 
Bringing  news  of  sin  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Lifting  up  our  souls  to  heaven  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Now  the  gate  of  death  is  riven. 

2  Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears  ; 
"Jesus  comes  "  whate'er  befalls  us, 
Cheers  our  hearts  and  dries  our  tears, 

Hallelujah! 
Cheering  e'en  our  failing  years. 

3  Jesus  comes  on  clouds,  triumphant, 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away  ; 
Jesus  conies  again  in  glory  ; 
Let  us  then  our    homage  pay: 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sing  we  till  the  break  of  day. 


DODGE. 


CHRIST'S     SECOND     ADVENT, 
L.   M. 


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2  But  when  he  cometh  back  once  more, 
Then    shall   be   set   the    great   white 

throne  ; 
And  earth  and  heaven  shall  flee  before 
The  face  of  him  that  sits  thereon. 

3  O  Son  of  God !  in  glory  crown'd, 
The  Judge  ordain'd  of  quick  and  dead  ; 
And  son  of  man  !  so  pitying  found 
For  all  the  tears  thy  people  shed  ; 

4  Be  with  us  in  that  awful  hour, 

And  by  thy  crown,  and  by  thy  grave, 
And  all  thy  love  and  all  thy  power, 
In  that  great  day  of  judgment  save  ! 

1  O  Saviour,  is  thy  promise  fled, 
Nor  longer  might  thy  grace  endure 
To  heal  the  sick,  and  raise  the  dead, 
And  preach  thy  gospel  to  the  poor  ? 

2  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  return  again  ; 
With  brighter  beam  thy  servants  bless, 
Who  long  to  feel  thy  perfect  reign, 
And  share  thy  kingdom's  happiness  ! 

3  Come,  Jesus,  come !  and,  as  of  yore, 
The  prophet  went  to  clear  thy  way, 
A  harbinger  thy  feet  before, 

A  dawning  to  thy  brighter  day ; 


4  So   now   may    grace    with    heavenly 
shower 
Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare  ; 
Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power, 
Then  come  and  reap  thy  harvest  there. 

.  „  .  Heber. 

4O4. 

i  The  Lord  will  come  !  the  earth  shall 
quake  ; 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake  ; 
And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 
The   bruised,   the   suffering,    and  the 
dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppress'd,   and  mock'd  by 

pride, 
The  Nazarene,  the  Crucified  ? 

5  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain  ; 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ! 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy — the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Heber. 


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2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near  ; 
Go  meet  him  as  he  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear: 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide-open  stand  ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

3  Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere! 
With  heart  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

Th  u  brings  us  unto  thee  : 

Laorenti. 

4.06 

1    THE  world  is  very  evil  ; 

I  !     I  irrn      ire  waxing  late  ! 


Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 
The  Judge  is  at  the  gate  ; 

The  Judge  who  comes  in  mercy, 
Tie  Judge  who  comes  in  might, 

To  terminate  the  evil, 
And  vindicate  the  right. 

2  Prepare  we  then  to  meet  him ; 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead  : 
So  may  we  sound  his  praises, 

Who  from  destruction  saved, 
Bore  with  us  in  defilement, 

And  from  defilement  laved. 

3  Far,  far,  as  we  have  wandered, 

And  deep  as  is  our  fall. 
His  mercies  never  fail  us, 

Who  freely  pardons  all  ; 
Who  bids  his  grace  abounding 

Love's  mightiness  display, 
\nd  David's  royal  fountain 

Purge  every  sin  away. 


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2  Come  !  for  the  good  are  few, 

They  lift  the  voice  in  vain ; 
Faith  waxes  fainter  on  the  earth, 
And  love  is  on  the  wane. 

3  Come !  for  love  waxes  cold, 

Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow  ; 
Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief; 
Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

4  Come  !  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

5  Come,  and  make  all  things  new  ; 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 
Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth ! 

6  Come,  and  begin  thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace  ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  thyself, 
Great  King  of  Righteousness  ! 


408 


BONAR. 


1  The  Church  has  waited  long 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see  ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 


2  Age  after  age  has  gone, 

Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still,  in  weeds  of  widowhood^ 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died  ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 
We  laid  tliem  side  by  side  : 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 

That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  woild  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again,      bonar 

DOXOLOGY, 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 

Praise  to  his  only  Son  ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 

While  endless  ares  run. 


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1  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 

Of  the  love  that  changes  never ! 
Who,  or  what,  from  him  can  sever 
Those  he  makes  his  own  ? 

2  With  his   blood  the  Lord  hath  bought 

them, 
When  they  knew  him  not,  he  sought 

them, 
And  from  all  their  wanderings  brought 

them  ; 
His  the  praise  alone. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With   the    bread   of  heaven  he   feeds 

them, 
An  1  through   all  their  way  he  speeds 
them 
To  their  home  above. 

4  Tn   ii:    they  see    the  Lord  who  bought 

them, 

Him  who  came  from  heaven  and  soughl 

them, 
'fin  who  by  his  Spirit  taught  them, 
Him  they  serve  and  love.        kELlv. 


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1  Saints  in  glory  !  we  togethei 
Know  the  song  that  ceases  never ; 
Song  of  songs  thou  art,  O  Saviour. 

All  that  endless  day. 

2  Theme  of  Adam  when  forgiven, 
Theme  of  Abraham,  David,  Stephen 
Souls,  ye  chant  it  entering  heaven, 

Now,  henceforth,  alway. 

3  O  the  God-man  !  O  Immanuel ! 
Cloud  by  day  !  Jehovah-Angel ! 
Fire  by  night !  he  led  his  Israel, 

So  he  leads  us  home. 

4  Come,  ye  angels,  round  us  gather. 
While  to  Jesus  we  draw  nearer; 
In  his  throne  he'll  seat  forever, 

Those  for  whom  he  died. 

5  Underneath  his  throne,  a  river 
Clear  as  crystal  flows  forever, 
Like  his  fulness,  failing  never: 

Hail  enthroned  Lamb  ! 

6  Oh,  th' unsearchable  Redeemer! 

Shoreless  Ocean,  sounded  never! 
Yesterday)  to-day,  forever, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  same.  Mahmied, 


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Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame  : 

What  wonders  done  ! 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
'Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 

"Victory  is  won." 
All  hail  the  glorious  day, 
When  through  the  heavenly  way 

Lo,  he  shall  come  ! 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : 

Great  Saviour,  come.  rugbury. 


412 


Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise  ; 
Into  thy  native  skies, — 

Assume  thy  right : 
And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light ! 
Victor  o'er  death  and  hell ! 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

Thy  radiant  train : 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire  ; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 


3  Enter,  incarnate  God  ! — 
No  feet  but  thine,  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  • 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow ! 
Wider  yon  portals  throw  ! 
Saviour  triumphant — go, 

And  take  thy  crown ! 

4  Lion  of  Judah — hail ! 
And  let  thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age  ; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years  ; — 
Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage !  Brydges. 

J4J3 

1  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad ! 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world  ; 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 

Satan  is  hurled. 

2  Ye,  who  forsaking  all, 

At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign ; 
Soon  will  your  work  be  done  ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won  ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine.  Kelly. 


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2  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfullyjoin  in  one, 

Praising  his  name, — 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless : 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 

To  him  our  songs  we  bring  j 

Hail  him  our  gracious  King; 

And,  through  all  ages  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  I" 

Tames  Allen. 

1   Sim;,  sing  his  lofty  praise, 
Whom  angels  cannot  raise, 

But  whom  they  sing  ; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 
( Object  of  angels'  love, 
Jesus,  whose  grace  we  prove, 

fesus,  our  King. 


Rich  is  the  grace  we  sing, 
Poor  is  the  praise  we  bring, 

Not  as  we  ought ; 
But  when  we  see  his  face*, 
In  yonder  glorious  place, 
Then  shall  we  sing  his  grace, 

Sing  without  fault.  Kelly. 


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1  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 

Spread  Jesus'  fame  : 
Tell  what  his  love  hath  done  ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme : 
To  Christ,  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Hark!  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name  ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned. 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

James  R  kten- 


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Peals  over  hill  and  dell, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 
Oh,  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
As  joyously  it  rings, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

3  My  tongue  shall  never  tire 
Of  chanting  with  the  choir, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 
This  song  of  sacred  joy, 
It  never  seems  to  cloy  ; 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

4  When  sleep  her  balm  denies, 
My  silent  spirit  sighs 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 
When  evil  thoughts  molest 
With  this  I  shield  my  breast, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

5  Does  sadness  fill  my  mind  ? 
A  solace  here  I  find, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 


Or  fades  my  earthly  bliss  ? 
My  comfort  still  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

6  The  night  becomes  as  day, 
When  from  the  heart  we  say 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

7  In  heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

8  Be  this,  while  life  is  mine, 
My  canticle  divine, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 
Be  this  th'  eternal  song, 
Through  all  the  ages  on, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 


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2  What  is  faith's  foundation  strong? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song  ? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

3  Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes  ? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  woes  ? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart, 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

4  Who  is  life  in  life  to  me? 

Who  the  death  of  death  will  be  ? 
Who  will  place  me  on  his  right 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light  ? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

5  This  is  that  great  thing  I  know  ; 
This  delights  and  stirs  me  so  ; 
Faith  in  him  who  died  to  save, 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

MONSELL. 
419 

1   Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
I.  ively  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
Bui  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  source  and  spring. 


2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When  the  day-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light, 

Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be, 
Shining  through  eternity. 

4  When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals, 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals, 
Then  I  think  :  Who  made  their  light 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 

5  When  I  see  in  spring-tide  gay, 
Fields  their  varied  tints  display, 
Wakes  the  thrilling  thought  in  me, 
What  must  their  Creator  be  ? 

6  Lord  of  all  that's  fair  to  see, 
Come,  reveal  thyself  to  me  ! 
Let  me,  'mid  thy  radiant  light, 
See  thine  unveiled  glories  bright. 

SlLESIUS. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


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1  Crown  his  head  with  endless  bless- 

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Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassions  never  ceasing, 

Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 
Hail,  ye  saints,  who  know  his  favor, 

Who  within  his  gates  are  found  ; 
Hail,  ye  saints,  the  exalted  Saviour, 

Let  his  courts  with  praise  resound. 

2  Lo,  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee  ; 

Thee  our  Saviour  !  thee  our  God  ! 
From  his  throne  his  beams  of  glory 

Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 
In  his  word  his  light  arises, 

Brightest  beams  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
Bind,  oh,  bind  your  sacrifices, 

In  his  courts  your  offerings  place. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 

Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own  ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 

Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne  ; 
Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing, 

In  your  grateful  strains  adore  ; 
For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Freely  flows  forevermore. 

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420 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 

Grand,  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works    with    skill     and     kindness 
wrought ; 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow ; 

Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

3  For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  tho'  vailed  in  darkness  long, 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die  : — 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 
Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! — 

Flow,  my  praise  !  forever  flow  : 
Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  ; 
■  Thence  return  and  reign  forever ; — 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own  ! 

Robinson. 


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3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  he  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 
Loves  us  though  we  treat  him  thus. 

5  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  1 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ! 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

Newton. 

i  Christ,  above  all  glory  seated ! 
King  eternal,  strong  to  save  ! 
To  tine,  Death,  by  death  defeated, 
Triumph  high  and  glory  gave. 

2  Thou  art  gone,  where  now  is  given, 

Whal  no  mortal  might  could  gain  : 
On  the  eternal  throne  of  heaven, 
In  thy  Father's  power  to  reign. 

3  There  thy  kingdoms  all  adore  thee, 

Heaven  above  and  earth  below, 


While  the  depths  of  hell  before  thee, 
Trembling  and  defeated  bow. 

4  We,  O  Lord  1  with  hearts  adoring, 

Follow  thee  above  the  sky  : 
Hear  our  prayers  thy  grace  imploring, 
Lift  our  souls  to  thee  on  high. 

5  So  when  thou  again  in  glory 

On  the  clouds  of  heaven  shalt  shine, 
We  thy  flock  shall  stand  before  thee, 
Owned  forevermore  as  thine. 

424 

1  Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over, 

Comes  to  claim  his  great  reward  ; 
Angels  round  the  victor  hover, 
Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord. 

2  Yonder  throne  for  him  erected, 

Now  becomes  the  victor's  seat ; 
Lo,  the  man  on  earth  rejected  ! 
Angels  worship  at  his  feet. 

3  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  him, — 

"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  J" 
All  the  powers  of  heaven  adore  him  ; 
All  obey  his  sovereign  word.      Kelly 


PRAISE    TO     CHRIST. 


173 


L.  Mason. 


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1  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
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My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
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Triumphant  in  his  grace.        Medley. 


426 


1  Come  join,  ye  saints,  with  heart  and 
Alone  in  Jesus  to  rejoice,  [voice, 

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Come,  take  his  praises  on  your  tongues, 
And  raise  to  him  your  thankful  songs, 

"In  him  ye  are  complete  !" 

2  In  him,  who  all  our  praise  excels, 
The  fullness  of  the  Godhead  dwells, 

And  all  perfections  meet : 
The  head  of  all  celestial  powers, 
Divinely  theirs,  divinely  ours  ; 

"In  him  ye  are  complete  !" 

3  Still  onward  urge  your  heavenly  way, 
Dependent  on  him  day  by  day, 

His  presence  still  entreat ; 
His  precious  name  forever  bless, 
Your  glory,  strength  and  righteousness, 

"In  him  ye  are  complete  !" 

4  Nor  fear  to  pass  the  vale  of  death ; 
In  his  dear  arms  resign  your  breath, 

He'll  make  the  passage  sweet ; 
The  gloom  and  fears  of  death  shall  flee. 
And  your  departing  souls  shall  see 

"  In  him  ye  are  complete !" 


174 


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2  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
Thc\-  strongly  plead  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  oh  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  ! 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, — 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  bear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child  ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

C.  Wesley. 

428 

t  Come,  every  pious  heart, 

Thai  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 


Your  noblest  powers  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died : 
What  he  endured,  no  tongue  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose — 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

4  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come — 

His  chariot  will  not  stay — 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  rest  in  his  cm! am  e.         Steknett 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 
BROOKLYN.       H.  M. 


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2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest, 

Offered  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside  : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  almighty  Lord  ! 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King ! 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power  ■  behold,  I  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  thy  feet. 

5  Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown ; 


A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

Watts. 

43° 

1  Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ; 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breathed  from  every  side  : 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel,  and  live  ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 
The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King. 

3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh  ; 
They  turn  their  face  away, 

And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die : 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints  deplore ; 
For  oh,  they  fall  to  rise  no  more ! 


176 


GOD 


WARE.       L.  M. 


KlNGSLEY. 


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The  Prince  of  life,  that  groaned  and 

died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
He  wears  a  crown  without  a  thorn. 

4  Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ! 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  "Amen." 

Watts. 

43  2 

1  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs — 
The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain — 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  !" 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 
To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  !" 

3  To  him  who  suffered  on  the  tree, 
Our  souls,  at  his  soul's  price,  to  gain, 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  \~<>v  he  was  slain  !" 

\  To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 
AH  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 


Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might : 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  !" 

5  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 
And  while  in  heaven  with  him  we  reign, 
This  song,  our  song  of  songs  shall  be  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

Montgomery. 

433 

1  Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 
And  washed  us  in  his  precious  blood  ; 
'Tis  he  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 
To  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 

Be  everlasting  power  confessed  : 
Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold  !  on  Hying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move  ; 
Tho'  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 
He  now  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day ; 
Come,  Lord  !  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

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2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  powerful  God, 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labor  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace,  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name ; 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

6  Oh,  may  I  reach  the  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face, 
His  beauties  there  may  I  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

Watts. 

435 

1  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee : 


Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 
The  gladness  of  that  happy  day  i 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 
Each  following  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


436 


Watts 


i  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
Jehovah  Jesus  !  Name  divine  ! — 
On  which  to  rest  for  sins  forgiven — 
For  peace  with  God,  for  hope  of  heaven. 

2  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  cares,  and  fears,  and  griefs  are 

mine, 
That,  with  a  gracious  power,  can  heal 
The  care,  and  fear,  and  grief  I  feel. 

3  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  called  my  spirit  to  resign, 

To  bear  me  through  that  latest  strife, 
And  e'en  in  death  to  be  my  life. 

4  Name  above  every  name  !  thy  praise 
-  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 

Jehovah  Jesus  !  Name  divine, 
Rock  of  salvation !  thou  art  mine. 


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2  Once  we  were  fallen,  oh,  how  low ! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  woe  : 
When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Came  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love: 

3  Scattered    the    shades    of  death    and 

night, 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light. 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverished  and  undone ! 

4  He  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours  ; 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 

Doddridge. 


438 


i  Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne, 
Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing  ; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 
And  crown  him  everlasting  King. 

2  Approach,  ye  saints  !  this  God  is  yours ! 
Tis  Jesus  fills  the  throne  above: 

Ye  1  annot  want,  while  God  endures  ; 
Ye  cannot  fail,  while  God  is  love. 

3  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King! 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heaven  belongs  ; 
Yel   imile  on  us,. who  fain  would  bring 

The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 


4  Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 
We  hope  ere  long  thy  face  to  view  ; 
And,  when  our  souls  in  heaven  appear, 
We'll  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 

Kelly. 

439 

1  Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 
Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell  ! 
The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 
And   sovereign    power    becomes   him 

well. 

2  In  shame  and  anguish  once  he  died  ; 
But  now  he  lives  forevermore  : 

Bow  down,  ye  saints,  around  his  seat, 
And  all  ye  angel -bands  adore. 

3  So  live  forever,  glorious  Lord, 

To    crush    thy    foes,     and    guard    thy 

friends ; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 
Guided  by  wisdom  and  by  love  ; 
Worthy  to  rule  o'er  mortal  life, 

O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 

5  Forever  reign,  victorious  King, 
Wide    through    the    earth   thy  name  be 

known  ; 
\nd  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

Doddridge. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


179 


CRAWFORD.       L.  M. 


Arr.  by  J.  P.  Holbrook. 


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2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands ; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right ; 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

4  God  !  thine  own  God  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blessed 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

Watts. 
441 

i   In  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire  ; 
His  Spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 
With  boundless  wishes  large  and  high  ; 
And  Christ  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  my  Hope,  my  Strength,  and 

guide  ; 
For  me  he  bled,  and  groaned,  and  died ; 
He  is  my  Sun,  to  give  me  light ; 
He  is  my  soul's  supreme  Delight. 

3  Christ  is  the  Source  of  all  my  bliss  ; 
My  Wisdom  and  my  Righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  Brother,  and  my  Friend  ; 
On  him  alone  I  now  depend. 

4  Christ  is  my  King,  to  rule  and  bless, 
And  all  my  troubles  to  redress  ; 


He's  my  Salvation  and  my  All, 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 

5   Christ  is  my  Strength  and  Portion  too  ; 
My  soul  in  him  can  all  things  do ; 
Through    him    I'll    triumph    o'er    the 

grave, 
And  death  and  every  foe  outbrave. 

Dobel's  Collection. 
442 

i  We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died, 
Of  him  who  died  upon  the  cross  ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 
In  shining  letters,  God  is  love  ; 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 
It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 

It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  timid  spirit  brave, 
And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  the  terror  from  the  grave, 
And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 
The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 
The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

Kelly. 


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2  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherubs  guard  his  seat, 
Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  the  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee,  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high, 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 

Who  lays  his  anger  by.  Watts. 

444 

i  My  Saviour  !  my  almighty  Friend  ! 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end — 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore: 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

( )f  the  celestial  road  ; 
And     march,     with     courage,     in     thy 
strength, 
To  see  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 


Fll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers! 

With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long.       Watts. 

445 

i    Hosanna  be  our  cheerful  song, 
To  Christ  our  Saviour  King ; 
His  praise,  to  whom  we  all  belong, 
Let  all  unite  to  sing. 

2  Hosanna  here  in  joyful  bands, 

Let  old  and  young  proclaim  ; 
And    hail,    with    voices,    hearts,   and 
hands, 
The  Son  of  David's  name. 

3  Hosanna  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 

And  spread  from  plain  to  plain  ; 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 

4  Hosanna  on  the  wings  of  light, 

(  )'er  earth  and  ocean  fly  ; 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night. 
And  heaven  to  earth,  leply. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST 
CORONATION.       C.  M. 


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Oliver  Holdsn. 


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Be  endless  blessings  paid ! 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 

Forever  on  thy  head  ! 
Thou  hast  redeemed    our  souls  with 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free,    [blood, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 


446 


2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall ; 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Oh  !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

.    ,   _  Perronet. 

447 

1  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amid  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints  ; 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 


448 


Watts. 


i  Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here  ; 

To-day  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear, 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 

On  earth  the  pilgrims'  throng  ; 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate 
The  Church  Triumphant's  song. 

4  "Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain," 

Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
"  Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love !" 

5  "Worthy  the  Lamb,"  on  earth  we  sing, 

"  Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ! 
Henceforth,  O  Death !    where  is  thy 
sting  ? 

Thy  victory,  O  Grave  !"     Montgomery, 


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PRAISE.       C   M. 


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That  flame  of  heavenly  birth  ? 
Then  let  thy  strains  melodious  prove, 
With  raptures  soaring  far  above 

The  trifling  toys  of  earth. 

3  Hast  found  the  pearl  of  price  unknown, 

That  cost  a  Saviour's  blood  ? 
Heir  of  a  bright  celestial  crown, 
That  sparkles  near  th'  eternal  throne, 

Oh  sing  the  praise  of  God  ! 

4  Sing  of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 

That  man  might  be  forgiven  ; 
Sing    how    he  broke   death's   bars   in 

twain, 
Ascending  high  in  bliss  to  reign, 

The  God  of  earth  and  heaven. 

1  1  ASTING.S. 
450 

i  Jesus — the  name  high  over  all, 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky — 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly, 

2  Jesus — the  name  to  sinners  dear, 

The  name  to  sinners  given — 

It  S<  alters  all  their  guilt  and  fear  ; 

It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Oh  thai  a  dying  world  might  know 

The  glory  of  his  name  ■ 


My  voice  shall  his  salvation  show, 
And  cry — "  Behold  the  Lamb  !" 

4  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 
I  may  but  lisp  his  name, — 
Proclaim  his  love,  and  say  in  death — 
"  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  !" 

C.  Wesley. 

i  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known, 

The  Sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 

And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold     your     King,     your     Saviour 

crowned 
With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  king, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  with  their  voice  to  sing. 

4  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  : 
Thy  love  can  raise  our  humble  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

5  Oh  for  the  day,  the  glorious  day  I 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 

With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lav, 

To  celebrate  thy  praise.         Steele. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


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CAMBRIDGE. 

CONGREGA  TION. 


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2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To    spread,     through    all    the    earth 
abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace ! 

4  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive : 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

5  Hear   him,    ye    deaf;    his   praise,  ye 

dumb, 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ : 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy  ! 

C.  Wesley. 

453 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten    thousand     thousand    are    their 
tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy   the   Lamb  that   died,"  they 

"To  be  exalted  thus  !"  [cry, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 


3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine  ! 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb  !         Watts. 

454 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ! 
Oh,  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His    love  what    mortal   thought   can 

reach ! 
What  mortal  tongue  display ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 

"The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

4  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name. 
And  join  the  sacred  song.        Steele. 


1 84  GOD 

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2  He  washed  us,  in  his  precious  blood, 

From  every  guilty  stain  ; 
He  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  with  him  reign. 

3  Sing  of  his  everlasting  love, 

From  whence  salvation  flows  ; 
Sing  to  him  here,  then  sing  above, 
Of  all  that  he  bestows. 

4  To  him  that  loved  us  when  depraved, 

When  guilty,  blind,  and  poor  ; 
To  him  that  loved,  and  died,  and  saved, 
Be  glory  evermore. 


456 


1  The  Saviour !  oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  delight  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine, 

In  rich  profusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  Tin-  mighty  Former  of  the  skies 

I  irsi  ends  to  our  abode, 
While  angels  view  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine! 

( )f  bliss,  a  b(  undless  sti  >re  ! 


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Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more.         Steele. 

1  From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  My  Saviour,  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

lTp  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 

My  Saviour  and  my  God.       v.  atts. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 
BRADFORD.       C.  M. 


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The  winds  obey  their  Lord. 

Through  every  age  he's  still  the  same  ; 

But  we  ungrateful  prove, 
Forget  the  savor  of  his  name, 

The  sweetness  of  his  love,      beddome. 


2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head ; 

He  brings  salvation  near : 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  : 

What  can  withstand  his  will  ? 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me, 
He  surely  shall  fulfill. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word  : 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive.         c.  Wesley. 

459 

1  Jesus  !  delightful,  charming  name  ! 

It  spreads  a  fragrance  round  : 
Justice  and  mercy,  truth  and  peace, 
In  union  here  are  found. 

2  He  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  strength, 

In  him  all  glories  meet ; 
He  is  a  shade  above  our  heads, 
A  light  to  guide  our  feet. 

3  The  thickest  clouds  are  soon  dispersed, 

If  Jesus  shows  his  face  : 

To  weary,  heavy-laden  souls 

He  is  the  resting-place. 

4  When  storms  arise  and  tempests  blow, 

He  speaks  the  stilling  word  ; 


460 


1  Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  heaven  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below  he  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Whom  he  himself  o'ercame. 

4  Nor    time,    nor    distance^   e'er    shall 

quench 
The  fervor  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here, 
For  us  he  lives  above. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  bear  his  name  ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 


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My  ransomed  soul  to  keep  and  save, 
To  bless  and  glorify. 

He  lives  to  fill  my  breast  with  love, 
With  joy  my  heart  to  feed  ; 

He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
To  succor  me  in  need. 

He  lives  that  I  may  also  live, 
And  now  his  grace  proclaim  ; 

He  lives  that  I  may  honor  give 
To  his  most  holy  name. 

Let  strains  of  heavenly  music  rise, 
While  all  their  anthem  sing 

To  Christ,  my  precious  sacrifice, 
And  ever-living  King. 


462 


1  There  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear, 

I  love  to  speak  its  worth  : 
It  sounds  like  music  in  mine  ear, 
The  sweetest  name  on  earth. 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

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No  saint  on  earth  its  worth  can  tell, 
No  heart  conceive  how  dear. 

4  This  name  shall  shed  its  fragrance  still 

Along  life's  thorny  road, 
Shall  sweetly  smooth  the  rugged  hill 
That  leads  me  up  to  God. 

5  And  there,  with  all  the  blood-bought 

throng, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
I'll  sing  the  new  eternal  song 
Of  Jesus'  love  for  me. 


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i  Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music  's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  Oh  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak  ; 
And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedec. 

3  Our  Saviour  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay  ; 
We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  the  favored  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more 
loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song 

Cennick 


PRAISE    TO    CHRIST. 


I87 


JAZER.       C.  M 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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1.  O       Je   -   sus,    when      I        think    of    thee,       Thy    man  -  ger,  cross,   and    throne 


I  see  thee  in  thy  weakness  first ; 

Then,  glorious  from  thy  shame 
I  see  thee  death's  strong  fetters  burst, 

And  reach  heaven's  mightiest  name. 

In  all,  a  brother's  love  I  trace 

By  power  divine  exprest ; 
One  in  thy  Father's  dear  embrace, 

And  on  thy  mother's  breast. 

For  me  thou  didst  become  a  man, 
For  me  clidst  weep  and  die  ; 

For  me  achieve  thy  wondrous  plan, 
For  me  ascend  on  high. 

Oh  let  me  share  thy  holy  birth, 
Thy  faith,  thy  death  to  sin  ! 

And,  strong  amidst  the  toils  of  earth, 
My  heavenly  life  begin.        Bethune. 


465 


1  Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes  ! — thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 


Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; — 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 

Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine 
arms, 
The  Conqueror  of  death. 


466 


Doddridge. 


i  O  Jesus,  thou  the  beauty  art 
Of  angel-worlds  above ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  thee  I  send; 

To  thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

My  being's  hope  and  end. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Our  life  and  joy,  to  thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity !  bernar1x 


GOD, 


GRIGGS.       C.  M. 


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2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  oh  amazing  love  ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He   spoiled   the  powers    of  darkness 

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And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  Oh  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 


468 


Watts. 


i   Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee, 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast: 
But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2   Nor   voice   can    sing,    nor    heart    can 
frame, 
Nor  1  an  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name. 
( )  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 


3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  Ah  !  this, 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show, 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 

As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 

And  through  eternity.  Bernarh 


469 


1  My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  Him,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  to  happy  songs  ; 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  on  high,  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love  : 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

4  Glory  to  God  the  father  be, 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  Cod  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  to  God  alone.  j.  Mason. 


PRAISE    TO     CHRIST. 


189 


HEBER.       C.  M. 


George  Kingsley. 


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2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, — 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death.     Newton. 

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1  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death, 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
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The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  ImmanuePs  face  appear. 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  the  Incarnate  Mystery, 

And  there  I  fix  my  trust.        Watts. 

472 

1  To  thee,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Lord, 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  ■ 
Oh  let  the  humblest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

2  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  thine  amazing  love  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

3  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppress'd  ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

4  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd  ! — led  by  thee, 

No  evil  shall  I  fear  ; 
Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 

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190  GOD. 

THE     CLEANSING     FOUNTAIN.        CM.  Western  Melody. 


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2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God, 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

COWPER.       C.  M. 


4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stam'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save,     cowpeb. 

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ORTONVILLE.       C.  M. 


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2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

Stennett. 

475 

1  I've  found  the  pearl  ot  greatest  price ! 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine  ! 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

My  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High-Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 


3  Christ  is  my  Peace  ;  he  died  for  me, 

For  me  he  gave  his  blood  ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  himself  to  God. 

4  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  All, — 

My  Comfort  and  my  Love  ; 

My  Life  below,  and  he  shall  be 

My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 

J.  Mason. 


476 


1  I  love  thee,  O  my  God,  and  still 

I  ever  will  love  thee, 
Solely  because  my  God  thou  art 
Who  first  hast  loved  me. 

2  For  me,  to  lowest  depths  of  woe 

Thou  didst  thyseif  abase  : 
For  me  didst  bear  the  cross,  the  shame, 
And  manifold  disgrace : 

3  For  me  didst  suffer  pains  unknown, 

Blood-sweat  and  agony, 
Yea,  death  itself, — all,  all  for  me, 
For  me,  thine  enemy. 

4  Then  shall  I  not,  O  Saviour  mine, 

Shall  I  not  love  thee  well  ? 
Not  with  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell : 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Nor  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  thyself  hast  loved  me, 

O  everloving  Lord  !  Xavier. 


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CRANBROOK.       S.   M. 


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2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 

FERGUSON.       S.   M. 


And  new  supplies,  each  hour,  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  clays  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Doddridge. 


i.  Raise   your      tri  -  umph-ant    songs 


mor  -    tal     tune ;      Wide 


PRAISE    TO     CH  RIST. 


193 


FERGUSON.      Concluded. 


let        the       earth      re    -    sound    the    deeds         Ce  -   les    -    tial    grace    has    done. 


2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 

THATCHER. 


No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When   Christ   was  sent  with  pardons 
down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die.        Watts. 


Handel. 


479 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love.      Watts. 


To  praise  our  Shepherd's  care, 

His  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Your  loudest,  loftiest  songs  prepare, 

And  bid  the  world  unite. 
Supremely  good  and  great, 

He  tends  his  blood-bought  fold  ; 
He  stoops,  tho'  thron'd  in  highest  state, 

The  feeblest  to  uphold. 
He  hears  their  softest  plaint ; 

He  sees  them  when  they  roam  ; 
And  if  his  meanest  lamb  should  faint, 

His  bosom  bears  it  home. 
Kind  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

A  weakly  flock  are  we  ; 
And  snares  and  foes  are  nigh  ;  but  keep 

The  lambs  who  look  to  thee.  Havergal. 


194 


GOD. 


ASHLEY. 

CHOIR. 


C.  M. 


i.  Sal-va-  tion !    oh,     the      joy  -   ful    sound!     'Tis  pleas  -  ure       to       our    ears! 


A      sov-ereign  balm    for       ev  -  ery    wound,      A       cord  -  ial       for       our  fears. 


Glo- ry,  hon-or,  praise,  and  power,    Be    un  -  to    the  Lamb  for  ev  -  er  !     Je-sus  Christ  is 

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Choir. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

Choir. 

3  Salvation  !   let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound! 

Choir. 

4  Salvation  !  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs: 

Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  Name, 

Thy  Name  inspire  our  songs. 

Watts. 


i  Hosanna  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 
To  David's  Son  and  Lord  ; 
With  cherubim  and  seraphim 
Exalt  the  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna !  Master,  lo,  we  brhtg 

Our  offerings  to  thy  throne  ; 
Nor  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  thine  own. 

3  Hosanna  !  once  thy  gracious  ear 

Approved  a  lisping  throng; 
Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

4  O  Saviour,  if  redeemed  by  thee. 

Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 

We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

IIavergal. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


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2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power  : 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ! 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

Hammond. 


484 


Enthroned  is  Jesus  now 

Upon  his  heavenly  seat ; 
The  kingly  crown  is  on  his  brow, 

The  saints  are  at  his  feet. 
In  shining  white  they  stand, — 

A  great  and  countless  throng  ; 
A  palmy  sceptre  in  each  hand, 

On  every  lip  a  song. 


3  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Once  slain  on  earth  for  them  , 
The    Lamb,   through    whose    atoning 
blood, 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 

4  Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Ghost, 

Thy  blessed  help  supply, 
That  we  may  join  that  radiant  host, 
Triumphant  in  the  sky.  Judkin. 


+85 


1  O  Christ,  what  gracious  words, 

Are  ever,  ever  thine  ! 
Thy  voice  is  music  to  the  soul, 
And  life,  and  peace  divine. 

2  Grace,  everlasting  grace, 

Glad  tidings,  full  of  joy, 
Flow  from  thy  lips,  the  lips  of  truth, 
And  flow  without  alloy. 

3  The  broken  heart,,  the  poor, 

The  bruised,  the  deaf,  the  blind, 
The  dumb,  the  dead,  the  captive  wretch. 
In  thee  compassion  find. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  speed  the  day, 

The  promised  day  of  grace, 
To  all  the  poor,  the  dumb,  the  deaf, 
The  dead,  of  Adam's  race. 


J.    CONKEY. 


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When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  : 

Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 
When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 

Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 
Banc  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 
In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Tow'ring  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

BOWRING. 


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Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  Fll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  ; 
Pre<  ious  drops!  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  pea<  e  with  God. 
Truly  blessed  is  my  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  ; 


While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 

Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven 
While  upon  the  cross  1  gaze  ; 

Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


488 


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1  Hark,  the  sound  of  holy  voices 
Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah  !  Lord,  to  thee. 

2  Multitudes  which  none  can  number, 
Like  the  stars  in  glory,  stand 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 
And  have  washed  their  robes  in  blood, 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesi;     ; 
Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood. 

4  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 
Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 
Holy  bliss  and  infinite.       wordswomk 


PRAISE    TO     CHRIST. 

THE     SWEETEST     NAME. 


197 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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489 


2  And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree, 

They  wrote  this  name  above  him, 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
Forevermore  must  love  him. 
We  love  to  sing,  etc. 

3  So  now,  upon  his  Father's  throne, 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  he  ever  reigns, 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  Jesus. 
We  love  to  sing,  etc. 

4  O  Jesus,  by  that  matchless  name, 

Thy  grace  shall  fail  us  never ; 
To-day  as  yesterday  the  same, 
Thou  art  the  same  forever. 

Then  let  us  sing,  around  our  King, 
The  faithful,  precious  Jesus,  etc. 

G.  W.  Bethune 


I98  GOD. 

PRAISE     OF     CHILDREN.       7s  &  6s. 


"  Sab.  School  Bell." 


I.  Come,  let  us  sing  of      Je  -  sus,  While  hearts  and  accents  blend  ;  Come,  let  us  sing  of 


je  ■   sus,  The  sinner's  on-ly  Friend  ;  His  ho«  ly  soul  re  -  joic  -  es,      A-mid  the  choirs  a 

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2  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  wept  our  path  along ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  tempted  and  the  strong ; 
None  who  besought  his  healing, 

He  passed  unheeded  by  : 
And  still  retains  his  feeling 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  grave  ; 


And  in  our  hour  of  danger, 
We'll  trust  his  love  alone, 

Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 
And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay, 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Throughout  eternal  day ; 
For  those  who  here  confess  him, 

He  will  in  heaven  confess  ; 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him, 

He  will  forever  bless. 

G.  W.  Bethune. 


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PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


I99 


WHO    SHALL    SING.      Concluded. 


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Angels  cease,  and,  waiting,  listen  : 
Oh,  'tis  sweeter  than  their  own  ! 
Faith  can  hear  the  rapturous  choral, 

When  her  ear  is  upward  turn'd ; 
Is  not  this  the  same,  perfected, 

Which  upon  the  earth  they  learn'd  ? 


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Loved  them  with  a  wondrous  love : 
And  will  he,  to  heaven  returning, 

Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove  ? 
Oh,  they  cannot  sing  too  early : 

Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way  ! 
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Sinner,  see  his  love  to  thee, 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

5  Penitents,  dry  up  your  tears, 

God  hath  heard  believing  prayers, 
He  forgives  you  when  he  hears 
His  dear  Lamb. 

6  Thus  may  we  each  moment  feel, 

Love  him,  serve  him,  praise  him  still, 
Till  we  all  on  Zion's  hill 
See  the  Lamb. 


492 

2  Sons  of  Morning  sing  his  praise, 

In  the  noblest  strains  you  raise, 
Man's  redemption  claims  your  lays, 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

3  Christ  has  come  in  very  deed, 

Born  to  bruise  the  serpent's  head  ; 
Sinner,  he's  the  Friend  you  need, 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

4  See,  in  sad  Gethsemane, 

See,  on  tragic  Calvary, 


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2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 

Could  Gocl  on  man  bestow? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below. 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  may  each  soul 

Thy  sacred  influence  feel  ; 
Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal. 

4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 

Those     checks    which    we    should 
know ; 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way ; 
Thou  giv'st  us  strength  to  go. 

494 

i  Great  Spirit,  by  whose  mighty  power 
All  creatures  live  and  move, 
On  us  thy  benediction  shower ; 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

2  Hail,  Source  of  light !  arise  and  shine  ; 

All  gloom  and  doubt  dispel  ; 
Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine  ; 
In  us  forever  dwell. 

3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise  ; 

Complete  redemption  bring  ; 
New  tongues  imparl  to  speak  the  praise 
( )f  ( Ihrist,  our  God  and  King, 

4  Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 

To  all  the  world  beside  ; 


Exulting,  then,  we  feel  and  own 
Our  Saviour  glorified.  Hawkis. 

495 

i   No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 
No  footprints  on  the  air ; 
Jesus  hath  gone  ;  the  face  of  earth 
Is  desolate  and  bare. 

2  That  Upper  Room  is  heaven  on  earth  > 

Within  its  precincts  lie 
All  that  earth  has  of  faith,  or  hope, 
Or  heaven-born  charity. 

3  One  moment — and  the  silentness 

Was  breathless  as  the  grave : 
The  fluttered  earth  forgot  to  quake, 
The  troubled  trees  t»  wave. 

4  He  comes !    he    conies !    that    mighty 

Breath 
From  heaven's  eternal  shores  ; 
His  uncreated  freshness  fills 
His  Bride,  as  she  adores. 

5  Earth  quakes  before  that  rushing  blast, 

Heaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
That  Upper  Room  around. 

6  One  moment — and  the  Spirit  hung 

<  )'( t  all  with  dread  desire  : 
Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire*         vAiu-k. 


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2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to-day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin ; 
All  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled   conscience   knows   thy 

voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Watts. 

497 

1  Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter!  to  thee  we  cry; 
O  highest  Gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
O  fount  of  life !  O  fire  of  love  ! 
Send  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And   make   our   hearts  o'erflow  with 

love  ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 


4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead  ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

Lyra  Cath. 


498 


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1  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  clove, 
Flies   from  the  realms  of  noise 

strife  : 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ! 

2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
Through  grace  abounding  in  the  Son. 

Watts. 

499 

1  Come,  blessed  Spirit !  source  of  light ! 
Whose   power  and  grace  are  uncon 

fined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, — 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 
The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals  ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Thy  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 

3  While  thro'  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

Beddome. 


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2  Whene'er,  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, — 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
That  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

3  And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, — 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace, — 
Lord  !  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

That  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace? 

4  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ! 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, — 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

Steele. 
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i   (  a  ime,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above: 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide  ! 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose   thy 

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That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ', 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  forever  blest; 


Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fulness  of  joy  forever  there  !      Browne. 

502 

1  Come,  Floly  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove     each     vain,     each    worldly 

thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire ! 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  ; 
Oh  soothe  and  cheer  my  burden'd  heart 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee  ! 

John  Stewart. 

1  As  when  in  silence,  vernal  showers 
Descend,  and  cheer  the  fainting  dowers, 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 
Falls  the  sweet  Spirit  from  above. 

2  That  heavenly  Spirit  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 
While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

3  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  poured  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  vine, 
And  a  young  Kden  bless  our  eves. 


1 1 O  L  Y     SPIRIT. 
EFFINGHAM.       L.  M. 


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2  "  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would   I 

glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below ; 
But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ; 
Thou,  thou  must  breathe  the  auspicious 

gale." 

.1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,    fill    our    hearts   with    inward 

strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and 

length 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 
More    than    our    thoughts    or   wishes 

know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his 

Son.  Watts. 

506 

1  Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 
Oh  shed  thine  influence  from  above : 
And  still  from  age  to  age  convey 
The  blessings  of  this  sacred  day. 


2  In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue, 
Be  God's  redeeming  mercy  sung  ; 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  the  Saviour  wrought. 

3  Unfailing  Comfort !  heavenly  Guide  ! 
Still  o'er  thy  ransomed  church  preside ! 
Let  every  heart  thy  blessing  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 

507 

1  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love : 
Oh !  turn  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
And  let  thy  sovereign  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest 

eyes 
Shall  floods  of  contrite  sorrow  rise  ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they 

scorn. 

3  Oh  !  let  a  holy  flock  await, 

In  crowds  around  thy  temple-gate  ! 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

4  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  thy  church  arise  ; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 

Doddridge. 


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WELTON. 


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2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, — 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten    thousand     times    thy    goodness 

grieved, 

3  Yet,  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  Now,  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 
Upraise  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  ; 
Oh,  guide  me  into  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land  ! 

C.  Wesley. 

i   O  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 
Thy  just  displeasure  ever  mourn  ? 
Thy  Spirit  grieved,  and  long  withdrawn, 
Will   he  no  more  to  us  return  ? 

2  Great  Source  of  light  and  peace!  re- 

turn 
Nor  let  us  mourn  and  sigh  in  vain  ; 
Come,  repossess  these  longing  hearts 
Willi  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

3  This  temple,  hallowed  by  thine  hand, 
Once  more  lie  with  thy  presence  blest; 
Here  be  thy  grace  anew  displayed, 

I:     this  thine  everlasting  rest  ! 

-  _.  -.  Thomas  Sum  1. 

1  <  !ome,  thou  celestial  Spirit,  come, 

.And  <  .ill  mi\  roving  passions  home  ; 
To  mine  enlightened  eyes  display 

The  heritage  of  heavenly  day. 


2  My  God,  that  heritage  is  thine  : 
How  rich,  how  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
How  far  above  all  mortal  things, 
The  little  pride  of  courts  and  kings. 

3  Of  endless  joy  th'  unbounded  store  ; 
Why  is  its  lustre  known  no  more  ? 
Away,  ye  mists  of  envious  night, 
That  veil  salvation  from  my  sight ! 

Doddridge. 

i   Come,  thou  eternal  Spirit,  come 

From  heaven,  thy    glorious    dwelling- 
place  ; 
Oh,  make  my  sinful  heart  thy  home, 
And  consecrate  it  by  thy  grace. 

2  There  fix,  O  Lord,  thy  blest  abode, 
And  drive  thy  foes  forever  thence  ; 
There  shed  a  Saviour's  love  abroad, 
And  light,  and  life,  and  joy  dispense. 

3  My  wants  supply  ;  my  fears  suppress  ; 
Direct  my  way,  and  hold  me  up  ; 
Teach  me,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
To  pray  in  faith,  and  wait  in  hope. 

Beddome. 

1  Comic,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  one 
Art  with  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  possess 
With  thy  full  Hood   of  holiness. 

2  In  word  and  deed,  by  heart  and  tongue, 
Witli    all    our    powers,    thy  praise  be 

sung  ; 
May  love  enwrap  our  mortal  frame, 
And  others  catch  the  living  (lame. 


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2  Breathe,  oh  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit  ; 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest ; 
Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning : 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  : 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above. 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

%  Finish  then  thy  new  creation  ; 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 
Perfectly  restored  in  thee  : 
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Changed  from  glory  into  glory 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place,-- 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  Wesley. 
514 

i   Holy  Ghost !  dispel  our  sadness  ; 
Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  Source  of  joy  and  gladness. 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 
Hear,  oh  hear  our  supplication. 
Blessed  Spirit !  God  of  peace  1 
Rest  upon  the  congregation 
With  the  fulness  of  thy  grace. 

2  Author  of  our  new  creation, 
May  we  all  thine  influence  prove  -3 
Make  our  souls  thy  habitation, — ■ 
Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 
Source  of  sweetest  consolation, 
Breathe  thy  peace  on  all  below  ; 
Bless,  oh  bless  this  congregation  ; 
On  each  soul  thy  grace  bestow  ! 

Gerhardt- 


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1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come, 

Inspire  these  souls  of  thine  ; 
Till  every  heart  which  thou  hast  made 
Be  filled  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 

Thy  sacred  love  embrace  ; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 
With  thy  celestial  grace.       Maurus. 

1  When  God  of  old  came  down  from 

heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  he  came  ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame  : 

2  But  when  he  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hovered  his  holy  dove. 

3  The  fires,  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 
The  trump,  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
Thrill'd  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud: 


5  So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  his  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

6  He  fills  the  church  of  God :  he  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  him  is  found. 

7  Come  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love  and 

Open  our  ears  to  hear  ;  [Power, 

Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour, 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

Keble. 
517 

i  Eternal  Spirit,  God  ot  truth, 
Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Revive  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  'Tis    thine    to    soothe    the    sorrowing 

mind, 
With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be, 
That  we,  with  humble,  holy  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 

That  we  are  sons  of  God, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  from  death   and 
hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

COTTHRILL. 


HOLY     SPIRIT. 
ECKARDTSHEIM.       C.  M. 


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2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervour  in  our  own. 

3  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  thy  will 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  Though  tongues  shall  cease  and  power 

decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love, 

519 

1  Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power  : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light :  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame : 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour; 


Shed  richly  on  my  fruitless  soul 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 

5  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

6  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 

Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power, 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  !      rEEd. 

520 

1  The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind, 

Blows  when  and  where  he  please  : 
How  happy  are  the  men  who  feel 
The  soul-enlivening  breeze ! 

2  He  moulds  the  carnal  mind  afresh, 

Subdues  the  power  of  sin, 
Transforms  the  heart  of  stone  to  flesh 
And  plants  his  grace  within. 

3  He  sheds  abroad  the  Father's  love, 

Applies  redeeming  blood, 
Bids  both  our  guilt  and  fear  remove, 
And  brings  us  home  to  God. 

4  Lord,  fill  each  dead,  benighted  soul 

With  light,  and  life,  and  joy : 
None  can  thy  mighty  power  control, 
Or  shall  thy  work  destroy. 

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2  Look  !  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs  ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate, — 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours.       Watts. 

522 

1  Great  Father  of  our  feeble  race, 

Behold,  thy  servants  wait  ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  (lock  around  thy  gate. 

2  Oh,  shed  abroad  thai  royal  gift, 

Thy  Spi rit  from  above, 
To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love  ! 

}  With  speedy  flighj  may  he  descend, 

And  solid  comfort  bring, 


And  o'er  our  languid  souls  extend 
His  all-reviving  wing. 

4  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven, 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 
Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

5  Diffuse,  O  God,  refreshing  showers, 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  this  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Doddridge. 
523 

i   Spirit  of  holiness,  look  down, 
Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer  ; 
And,  when  we  tremble  at  thy  frown, 
Oh,  bring  thy  comforts  near! 

2  The      fear     which      thy     convictions 

wrought, 
Oh,  let  thy  grace  remove  ! 
And  may  the  souls  which  thou   hast 

taught 
To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

3  Now  let  thy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before  ; 
Now  on  our  hearts  impress  thy  seal, 
That  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

4  Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 

And  make  our  darkness  light, 

That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run, 
Till  faith  be  lost  in  sight. 

B,\tiu;rst. 


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2  Behold,  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes  ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate  ; 
Oh,  bid  thy  light  arise  ! 

3  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee ; 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 

4  Oh,  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God  : 

Remember  those  we  love  ; 
Fit  them,  on  earth,  for  thine  abode  ; 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

5  Spirit  of  holiness,  'tis  thine 

To  hear  our  feeble  prayer; 
Come, — for  we  wait  thy  power  divine, — 
Let  us  thy  mercy  share,      s.  F.  Smith. 

525 

1  O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 

How  is  thy  love  despised, 
While  the  heart  longs  for  sympathy 
And  friends  are  idolized. 

2  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 

Brooding  with  dove-like  wings 
Over  the  helpless  and  the  weak 
Among  created  things  ! 

3  Where    should     our    feebleness    find 

strength, 
Our  helplessness  a  stay, 


Didst  thou  not  bring  us  strength,  and 
help, 
And  comfort,  day  by  day  ? 

4  Great  are  thy  consolations,  Lord, 

And  mighty  is  thy  power, 

In  sickness  and  in  solitude, 

In  sorrow's  darkest  hour. 

5  Oh,  if  the  souls  that  now  despise 

And  grieve  thee,  heavenly  Dove, 
Would  seek  thee,  and  would  welcome 
thee, 
How  would  they  prize  thy  love  ! 

6  Miss  E.  J.  Browne. 

i   Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 
Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  ; 
ITe  quickens  sinners  from  their  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  to  our  hearts  reveals  ; 
Our  bodies  he  his  temple  makes, 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ;  [love 

Come,  and  with  flames    of   zeal    and 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire  ! 

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2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home.       Watts. 

528 

1  Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord  ! 

The  Holy  Ghost  send  clown  ; 
Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 

2  Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of 

lire 
Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Giant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  li<;ht,  and  love, 

Thy  hca\enly  influence  give  : 
Quit  ken  our  souls,  our  guilt  remove, 
That  we  in  Christ  may  live. 
j  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 
The  glories  of  his  grace, 


And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, 
Life's  ever-springing  well  ; 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
In  love  eternal  dwell.  Haweis. 

529 

1  Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed  ! 
Creator  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word :  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel  harps  employ 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
How    will    the    ransomed    raise 


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voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came! 


5   Lo!  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 
Assembling  round  the  throne, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 

To  Sovereign  love  alone.  Montgomery. 


HOLY     SPIRIT. 


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DUNDEE.       C.  M. 


Fawcett. 


530  . 

2  If  noisy  war,  or  strife,  abound, 

We  grieve  the  peaceful  Dove  ; 
His  gracious  aid  is  ever  found 
In  paths  of  truth  and  love. 

3  Should  we  indulge  one  secret  sin, 

Or  disregard  his  laws, 
His  succors  and  support,  within, 
The  Spirit,  vexed,  withdraws. 

4  Forbid  it,  gracious  Lord,  that  we, 

Who,  from  thy  hand,  receive 
The  Spirit's  power  to  make  us  free, 
Should  e'er  that  Spirit  grieve. 

531 

1  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  their  long  sleep  of  death ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

Watts. 


W.  J.  E.  L- 


532 

1  O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love, 

Blest  Source  of  gifts  divine, 
Kindle,  we  pray  thee,  from  above, 
The  inmost  souls  of  Thine. 

2  Bond  of  the  sacred  Trinity, 

Knit  Thou  our  hearts  in  one, 
To  know  the  blessed  unity  ° 
Of  Father  and  of  Son  ! 

3  Shed  in  each  faithful  heart  abroad 

Love  that  doth  all  excel ; 
That  God  in  us  and  we  in  God 
For  evermore  may  dwell. 

533 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise, 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, . 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Spirit !  thine,    ■ 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall, 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes  ; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

Steels. 


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ST.    THOMAS.       S.  M. 


A.  Williams. 


534- 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
f    Like  might)'  rushing  wind 
Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above, 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  Truth,  be  thou 

In  life  and  death  our  Guide  ! 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified. 

Montgomery. 

535 

i    Descend,  immortal  Dove, 

Spread  thy  kind  wings  abroad; 
And  wrapt  in  flames  of  holy  love 
Be  ir  all  m_\-  soul  to  God. 
2   Jesus,  my  Lord,  reveal 

In  (  harms  of  grace  divine, 
And  he  thyself  the  sacred,  seal 
That  pail  of  price  is  mine. 
\  Behold,  my  heart  expands 
I •  i  •  itch  the  heavenly  fire, 


It  longs  to  feel  the  gentle  bands, 
And  groans  with  strong  desire. 

4  Thy  love,  my  God,  appears, 
And  brings  salvation  down, 
My  cordial  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
In  Paradise  my  crown. 

Doddridge. 
536 

1  The  Holy  Ghost  is  here, 

Where  saints  in  prayer  agree ; 
As  Jesus'  parting  gift,  he's  near 
Each  pleading  company. 

2  Not  far  away  is  he, 

To  be  by  prayer  brought  nigh ; 
But  here  in  present  majesty, 
As  in  his  courts  on  high. 

3  He  dwells  within  our  soul, 

An  ever-welcome  Guest ; 
He  reigns  with  absolute  control 
As  Monarch  in  the  breast. 

4  Our  bodies  are  his  shrine, 

And  he  tlf  indwelling  Lord  : 
All  hail,  thou  Comforter  divinel 
Be  evermore  adored. 

5  Obedient  to  thy  will, 

We  wait  to  feel  thy  power  ; 

O  Lord  of  life,  our  hopes  fulfill, 

And  bless  this  hallowed  hour. 

Spusgbon. 


HOLY     SPIRIT. 
EUTAW     PLACE.       S.  M. 


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That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless  thou  take  the  veil  away, 

And  breathe  the  living  word. 

Then,  only  then,  we  feel 
Our  interest  in  his  blood, 

And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, 
"  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God !" 

Oh  that  the  world  might  know 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 
Spirit  of  faith,  descend,  and  show 

The  virtue  of  his  name. 

C.  Wesley. 


538 


Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 
Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 

Of  never-dying  love. 
Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 

The  secret  love  of  God. 
Show  us  that  loving  One 

Who  rules  the  courts  of  bliss, 


The  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Mighty  God, 
The  Eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

6  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and 
love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee ! 

Hart. 

539 

1  Blest  Comforter  Divine, 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw  us  with  still  small  voice, 

From  every  sinful  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh  fill  thou  every  heart, 

With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 
Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

Mrs.  Sigourney. 


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GOD. 


SHEFFIELD.       S.  M. 


T.  Hastings. 


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We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 

'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

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1  The  Comforter  has  come, 

We  feel  his  presence  here, 
Our  hearts  would  now  no  longer  roam, 
But  bow  in  filial  fear. 

2  This  tenderness  of  love, 

This  hush  of  solemn  power, — 
Tis  heaven  descending  from  above, 
To  fill  this  favored  hour. 

3  Earth's  darkness  all  has  fled, 

Heaven's  light  serenely  shines, 
And  every  heart,  divinely  led, 
To  holy  thought  inclines. 

4  No  more  let  sin  deceive, 

Nor  earthly  cares  betray, 
(  )h,  let  us  never,  never  grieve 
The  Comforter  away  ! 

542 

1  Come,  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
Thy  grace  Is  unconfined  ; 


Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Now  to  our  eyes  display 

The  truth  thy  words  reveal ; 
Cause  us  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Delighting  in  thy  will. 

3  Thy  teachings  make  us  know 

The  mysteries  of  thy  love, 
The  vanity  of  things  below, 
The  joy  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  maze  we  stray, 

Oh,  spread  thy  beams  abroad ! 
Disclose  the  clangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  our  steps  to  God. 

Beddome. 

543 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine  ; 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  Oh  !  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

3  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Beddome. 


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2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord  !  forever  thine. 

Stocker. 

545 

1  Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light ! 
From  thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Come,  thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give  ! 

2  Come,  thou  hope  of  all  the  poor  ! 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure  ; 
Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast. 

3  Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet ; 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat ; 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe ; 
Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

4  Light  immortal !  light  divine  ! 
Visit  thou  these  hearts  of  thine  ; 


If  thou  take  thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay. 

5  Heal  our  wounds — our  strength  renew  j 
On  our  dryness  pour  thy  dew ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

6  Give  us  comfort  when  we  die ; 
Give  us  life  with  thee  on  high ; 
In  thy  gracious  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  us  joys  which  never  end. 


546 


Tr.  E.  Caswall. 


Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 
Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

Holy  Spirit !  all-divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Reign  supreme — and  reign  alone. 

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2  When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Spirit  blest,  the  tempest  still, 
And  with  hope  my  bosom  fill. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  from  my  mind 
Thought  and  wish  and  will  unkind, 
Deed  and  word  unkind  remove, 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  love. 

4  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Charity, 
Comforter,  descend  from  thee  ; 
Thou  the  Anointing  Spirit  art, 
These  thy  gifts  to  us  impart. 

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Hope  be  swallowed  in  delight, 
And  love  return  to  dwell  with  thee, 
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548 


Richard  Mant. 


1    Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
Bend  o'er  us  a  pitying  eye  ; 
Now  refresh  the  drooping  heart ; 
J!i<l  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

i  Lighl  up  every  dark  recess 

Of  Our  heart's  ungodliness  ; 
Show  iis  every  devious  way 
Where  our  steps  have  gone  astray. 


3  Teach  us,  with  repentant  grief, 
Humbly  to  implore  relief; 
Then  the  Saviour's  blood  reveal, 
And  our  broken  spirits  heal. 

4  May  we  daily  grow  in  grace, 
And  pursue  the  heavenly  race, 
Trained  in  wisdom,  led  by  love, 

Till  we  reach  our  rest  above,    bathukst. 

549 

1  Holy  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

We  invoke  thy  kindling  ray  : 
Dawn  upon  our  spirit's  night, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

2  To  the  anxious  soul  impart 

Hope,  all  other  hopes  above  ; 
Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 
With  a  longing  and  a  love. 

3  Give  the  struggling  peace  for  strife, 

Give  the  doubting  light  for  gloom  ; 
Speed  the  living  into  life, 

Warn  the  dying  of  their  doom. 

4  Work  in  all,  in  all  renew, 

1  )av  by  day,  the  life  divine  ; 

All  our  wills  to  thee  subdue, 
All  our  hearts  to  thee  incline. 


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Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love  ? 
Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  impart ; 

.  Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart ; 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

Doddridge. 
551 

i   Man  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires  ; 
He  burns  within  with  restless  fires ; 
Tossed  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind  ; 
We  try  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  still. 

3  Great  God,  subdue  this  vicious  thirst, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust ; 

Cure  the  wild  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refined. 

Watts. 


552 

1  Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear : 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word  ; 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

Watts. 

553 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest  ;■ 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt — a  painful  load— 
Oh,  come  and  bow  before  your  God  ! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love 

Will  all  that  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your 

woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace- 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

217  Steele. 


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2  The  living  know  that  they  must  die  ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work,  is  found, 
Nor    faith,    nor    hope,    beneath    the 

ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there,     watts. 

555 

i  God  of  eternity,  from  thee 
Did  infant  Time  its  being  draw ; 

BATH.       L.  M. 


Moments,  and  days,  and  months,  and 

years, 
Revolve,  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

.Silent  and  slow,  they  glide  away , 
Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea — 
The  boundless    gulf  from    whence    it 

rose. 
With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 
Before  the  rapid  stream  are  borne 
On  to  that  everlasting  home, 
Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

Great    Source  of   wisdom,    teach  my 

heart 
To  know  the  price  of  every  hour, 
That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 

Doddridge. 
A.  Williams. 


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And  while  the  lamp  holds  out    to    burn,       The    vil  -  est     sin  -  ner   may    re  -  turn. 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION. 

WINDHAM.       L.  M. 


219 


Read. 


I.  Broad    is     the    road    that   leads  to  death,     And  thousands  walk   to-  geth-er  there; 


2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," — 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord  !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  : 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new : 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

Watts. 

557 

1  Eternity  is  just  at  hand  ! 

And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity  ! — tremendous  sound ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound  ; 
But  oh,  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  ! 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They  're  gone  !  but  where  ? — ah,  pause 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity.         [and  see ! 

4  Sinner !  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 

Has  death  no  warning  sound  for  thee  ? 
Oh  !  turn,  and  to  the  Saviour  flee. 


HlGGINBOTHAM, 


i  Awake,  awake,  each  drowsy  soul ! 
Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun  ! 
See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance,, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Soon  will  he  close  all  drowsy  eyes, 
Nor  shall  we  hear  these  warnings  more  ; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach  ; 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

3  To-day,  attend  his  gracious  voice  ! 
This  is  the  summons  which  he  sends — - 
"Awake  !  for  on  this  passing  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends." 

559 

1  Eternity  !     Eternity  ! 
How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ! 
As  in  a  ball's  concentric  round 
Nor  starting-point  nor  end  is  found  ; 

2  So  thou,  Eternity,  so  vast, 

No  entrance  and  no  exit  hast ; 
Mark  well,  O  man,  Eternity ! 
Eternity !  Eternity 

560 

1  Behold  the  path  that  mortals  tread 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead  ! 
Nor  will  the  fleeting  moments  stay, 
Nor  can  we  measure  back  our  way. 

2  Our  kindred  and  our  friends  are  gone  ; 
Know,  O  my  soul,  this  doom  thine  own : 
Feeble  as  theirs,  my  mortal  frame, 
The  same  my  way,  my  house  the  same. 


COXE,  FROM  THE  GERMAN 


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WARNING     AND     INVITATION 


HAMBURG.       L.   M. 


Gregorian  Chant. 


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2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 
How    sweet    the    gospel's    charming 

sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he  's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing. 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites — how  blest  the  day ! 
How    sweet    the    gospel's    charming 

sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 


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DwiGHT. 


That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When    heaven    and    earth    shall    pass 

away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  clay? 
When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll  ; 
When,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 

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Oh,  on  that  day,  that  dreadful  clay, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Tho'  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 


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1  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  thine  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
His  heavenly  balm  shall  heal  thy  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
Thy  dying  Saviour  bids  thee  live ; 
Go,  view  his  bleeding  side,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive.    Collyer. 

564 

1  Sinner,  oh,  why  so  thoughtless  grown  i 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die ! 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly? 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams? 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner !  on  the  Gospel  plains, 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold. 

Watts. 


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To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 
To  bless  thy  long  deluded  sight ; 
This  is  the  time  ;  oh,  then  be  wise  ! 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved  ;  why  not  to- 
night ? 

Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still  ; 
And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite  ? 
Renounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will : 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved  ;  why  not  to- 
night ? 

The  world  has  nothing  left  to  give — 
It  has  no  new,  no  pure  delight ; 
Oh  !  try  the  life  which  Christians  live  ; 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved  ;  why  not  to- 
night ? 

Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 
Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite ; 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun  ! 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved  ;  why  not  to- 
night ? 


566 


If  thou  dost  truly  seek  to  live 
With  all  the  joys  that  life  can  give  ; 
If  thy  young  feet  would  gladly  press 
The  ways  of  peace  and  happiness ; 

Go  thou,  with  fresh  and  fervent  love, 
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Who  sees  ten  thousand  sons  obey 
Yet  listens  when  the  lowly  pray. 

3  Cling  thou  to  Jesus  faithfully, 

As  vines  embrace  their  guardian  tree ; 
Nor  fail  in  this  thy  day  of  youth 
To  find  the  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth  ; 

4  And  thou  shalt  breathe   in  this    low 

world, 
An  eagle  chained,  with  wings  unfurled, 
Prepared,  when  once  thy   bonds   are 

riven, 
To  soar  away,  and  flee  to  heaven. 


567 


Lyons. 


Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold !  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
When   you    shall   say,  "My  joys  are 
gone." 

Behold  !  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

Watts. 


222 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION 


ZEPHYR.       L.   M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 
Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 

And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warned  thee  from  that  wrath  to 
flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  mayest  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 

Oh,    shouldst    thou    grieve   him    now 

away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Hyde. 


569 


i  "Come,  take  my  yoke,"  the  Saviour  said, 
'"To  follow  me  be  not  afraid  ; 
For  1  in  heart  am  lowly,  meek, 
And  offer  you  the  rest  you  seek. 


2  "  The  yoke  of  pleasure  may  allure, 
And  promise  bliss  that  will  endure ; 
But  when  it  has  thy  youth  despoiled, 
'Twill  cast  thee  off  as  garment  soiled. 

3  "  Take  not  on  thee  the  yoke  of  wealth  ; 
'Twill  eat  thy  soul,  destroy  thy  health, 
And  make  thee  feel  how  cheap  the  cost 
If  worlds  could  buy  the  peace  it  lost ! 

4  "  Ambition,  too,  its  yoke  displays, 
And  hangs  out  its  perennial  bays ; 
Be  not,  poor  soul,  by  it  misled  ; 

I  offer  thee  a  crown  instead. 

5  "  Then  take  my  yoke  :  'tis  soft  and  light, 
'Twill  ne'er  disturb  thy  rest  at  night, 
But  bring  thee  to  that  world  above, 
Where  no  restraint  is  known  but  love." 

570 

1  I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far  ; 
From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad  ; 

It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear  , 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood- 

2  And  is  it  true,  that  many  My 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice  ; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice ! 

3  Alas,  for  those  ! — the  day  is  near, 
When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more  ; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice  they  would  not  heed  before 

Kelly. 


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WARNING    AND     INVITATION 
L.  M. 


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2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ; 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need : 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour  's  at  hand 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

Gregg. 
572 

i  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ! 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ! 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me, — 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders 

take 
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My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 
4  Jesus  !  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Watts. 

573 

1  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's    pleasures    shall    I    still   hold 

dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay  ? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  he  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  his  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake  ; 
He  calls  me  still ;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay : 
Vain  world,  farewell !  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my 

heart.  Tersteegen. 


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AMETHYST.       C.  M 


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Your  every  burden  bring ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls  !   your  wants  dis- 
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And  drink,  with  thankful  hearts. 

4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace  ; 
Come  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

Medley. 

575 

i   The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 
And  dainties  crown  the  board  : 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

i   Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  strayed 
In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come; 
(  Mine  from  your  most  obscure  retreats. 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

>y  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 
Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 


4  Yet  are  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come  ; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world, 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

5  All  things  are  ready  ;  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  : 
Come,  taste  the  dainties  of  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Master's  name. 

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i  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind, — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho!  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die — 
Here    you    may  quench    your   raging 
thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Th  •  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ;  — 
Lord — we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away.        Watts, 


BROWN. 


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C.  M. 


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Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart,' 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come  ;  'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys  ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

Steele. 


57® 


Amazing  sight !  the  Saviour  stands 
And  knocks  at  every  door ! 

Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands, 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

"  Behold,"  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest : 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 

And  be  forever  blest. 

"  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 
And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 

Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me,  forever  dwell  ? 

"  Say,  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 
And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 

Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven  ?" 


579 

1  And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  Mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 

Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  it  no  soft,  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  Mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  shall  my  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  forever  barred  ? 

4  O  Lord,  exert  thy  conquering  grace  ; 

Thy  mighty  power  display  : 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  melt  my  sin  away.  Steele. 


580 


Inquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 

With  a  determined  will. 
Oh !  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 

And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 
Oh !  come  and  join  your  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 

With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

Doddridge. 


226 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION, 


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58 


•2  From  year  to  year  the  tree  he  views, 
And  still  no  fruit  is  found  ; 
Then  "cut  it  down,"  the  Lord  com- 
mands, 
'•  Why  cumbers  it  the  ground  ?" 
3  But  lo  !  the  gracious  Saviour  pleads  : 
"  The  barren  fig-tree  spare, 
Another  year  in  mercy  wait, 


583 


582 


It  yet  may  bloom  and  bear." 

COTTERILL. 


i  Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 
( )h,  come  without  delay  ! 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul  ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There's   room   within   the  church,   re- 

deemed 
With  blood  of  Christ  divine  ; 
Room  in  the  white-robed  throng,  con- 
vened 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 
4.  There's   room   in   heaven   among    the 
choir, 
And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 

And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

Huntingdon, 


1  Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain."  doddridce. 


58+ 


1  "  Repent  !"  the  voice  celestial  cries  ; 

No  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  O  sinners,  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Soon  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar  ; 
1 1  is  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  justice  then'. 

DoDDKIDGR. 


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HEBER.        C.    M.  George  Kingsley. 


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2  Lo  !  such  the  youth,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod — 
Whose    secret   heart,   with    influence 
sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour, 

Of  man's  maturer  age, 
May   shake    the    soul    with    sorrow's 
power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  thou,  whose  infancy  was  found, 

With  heavenly  rays  to  shine, — 
Whose  years,  with   changeless  virtue 
crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine, — 

6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  and  in  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own.       Heber. 


586 


1  Remember  thy  Creator  now, 
In  these  thy  youthful  days ; 
He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow, 
And  listen  to  thy  praise. 


Remember  thy  Creator  now, 

Seek  him  while  he  is  near ; 
For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 

Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 
Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 

His  willing  servant  be  : 
Then,  when  thy  head  in  death  shall 
bow, 

He  will  remember  thee. 


S87 


1  In  the  bright  morn  of  life,  when  youth 

With  vital  ardor  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved, 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 

And  character  engraved : 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days  ; 
And  cares,  and  toils,  in  endless  round 
Encompass  all  thy  ways  : 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age 

With  vain  regret  deplore, 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gained, 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest ; 
Oh  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest ! 


228 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION. 


DUNLAP'S     CREEK.       C.  M. 


Western  Melody. 


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2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound  "  Depart !  " 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  distress  my  ear, 
T would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

5  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around. 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast, 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

6  Oh !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands.      Watts. 


589 


1  The  day  approacheth,  0  my  soul, 

The  gr<    t  dei  isive  day, 
Whi<  h  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life, 
Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

2  Another  day,  more  awful,  dawns; 

And  lo,  the  Judge  appears  ; 


Ye  heavens,  retire  before  his  face, 
And  sink,  ye  darkened  stars. 

3  Yet  does  one  short,  preparing  hour, 

One  precious  hour  remain  ; 
Rouse  thee,  my  soul,  with  all  thy  power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain. 

4  For  this,  thy  temple,  Lord,  we  throng, 

For  this,  thy  board  surround  ; 

Here  may  our  service  be  approved, 

And  in  thy  presence  crowned. 

Doddridge. 
590 

i   Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark  ; 
To  Jesus  come  away  : 
The  pestilence  walks  forth  by  night, 
The  arrow  flies  by  day. 

2  Come  to  the  ark  :  the  waters  rise, 

The  seas  their  billows  rear  ; 
While  darkness  gathers  o'er  the  skies, 
Behold  a  refuge  near  ! 

3  Come  to  the  ark,  all,  all  that  weep 

Beneath  the  sense  of  sin: 
Without,  deep  calleth  unto  deep, 
But  all  is  peace  within. 

4  Come  to  the  ark,  ere  yel  the  flood 

Your  lingering  steps  Oppose  ; 
Come,  for  the  door  which  open  stood 
Is  now  about  to  close. 


WARNING    AND     INVITATION 
WARWICK.       C.  M. 


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591 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount  ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 

How  stands  that  dread  account? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence  ; 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  to  hell ! 

4  To-day  the  gospel  call  obey : 

Oh,  hear  ;  it  speaks  to  you  ! 
This  moment,  then,  forsake  your  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue.  Hart. 

592 

1  Sinner,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ■ 

His  mercy  pleads  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you,  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  soul  of  ease. 

3  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe. 

4  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 


5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts, 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 
Through  our  Redeemer's  blood. 

Fawcett. 

593 

1  How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 

How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on, 

And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above  !        [feel, 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  O  God  !  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh.         watts. 


230 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION 


RETURN.       C.  M. 


T.  Hastings. 


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594- 

2   Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say — come ; 
Oh  !  now  for  refuge  flee  ; 
Return,  return ! 


3  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
'Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day  : 

Return,  return  !  T.  Hastings. 


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595 

2    Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

:$   ( !ome  now,  dear  vouth,  for  ruin  bound, 

Obey  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound: 


Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you,  in  his  name. 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  /ion  jm>? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 

Miller. 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION 


231 


OLNEY.        S.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


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2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  ;" 
Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  thine  hour ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come  ! 

H.  U.  Onderdonk. 

597 

1  Ye  trembling  captives  !  hear  ; 

The  gospel-trumpet  sounds  ; 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 
Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  'Tis  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar  ; 
Salvation's  news  it  spreads  afar, 
And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims  ; 
And  earth,  the  jubilee's  release, 
With  eager  rapture  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread ; 
And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands, 
In  glorious  triumph  lead. 

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T.  Boyce. 


598 


1  Come  to  the  land  of  peace, 

From  shadows  come  away, 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here  ; 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air, 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land  ; 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest 
Amidst  the  shining  band. 

Briggs'  Coll, 

599 

1  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  • 

The  Saviour  ca'ls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3  Now  is  ih'  accepted  time  ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come, 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above.       Doesix. 


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PADDINGTON.       S.  M. 


And     sin  -  ners,  trcm-bling  at 


their  doom,     Shall  soon    their    sen  -  tence  hear. 


600 

2  Angels,  in  bright  attire, 

Conduct  him  through  the  skies ; 
Darkness  and  tempest,  smoke  and  fire 
Attend  him  as  he  flies. 

3  How  awful  is  the  sight ! 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar ! 

The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  light, 

And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

4  The  whole  creation  groans  ; 

But  saints  arise  and  sing : 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  their  God  and  King. 

Beddome. 

601 

1  And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  lie  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
To  day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace,  so  dearly  bought, 

If  vet  thou  wilt  despise,        [fraught, 

Thy   fearful    doom,    with    vengeance 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise.       hvde. 


602 

1  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er  ; 
O  sinners,  then  your  injured  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. 

3  Then,  while  'tis  called  to-day, 

Oh,  hear  the  gospel's  sound  ; 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  pardon  may  be  found. 

5C7  DWIGI.T. 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend, 

And  must  the  dead  arise, 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonished  shrink  away? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark !  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners  !   seek  his  grate 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
Ami  find  salvation  there. 

DonDKinr.B. 


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And  use  the  hours  of  light  • 
For  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
An  instant,  endless  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  rolling  sphere  ; 
Submissive,  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  lustre  break 

Through  all  the  heavy  gloom, 
And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 

*  In  your  Celestial  home.       Doddridge. 


605 


1  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 


4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath : 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone.       Montgomery. 

606 

1  I  saw,  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepar'd  to  scan,  with  strict  account 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

Burn'd  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  woe 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  call'cl  to-day; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon  your  injur'd,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

DWIGHT. 


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2  Hark  !  it  is  the  Saviour's  voice — 

"  Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest !" 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  owned,  and  bought,  and 
blest : 
Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  vice  ; 

Owned,  by  joys  the  contrite  know  ; 
Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price  ; 

Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

3  Weary  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubts,  and 
pains  : 
Fear,  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly, 

Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 
Doubt,  in  full  belief,  shall  die, 

Pain,  in  endless  bliss,  expire. 

Crabbe. 

608 

1  When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 

When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment  day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 


3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 


609 


S    F.  Smith. 


Sinner,  what  has  earth  to  show 
Like  the  joys  believers  know? 
Is  thy  path,  of  fading  flowers, 
Half  so  bright,  so  sweet,  as  ours? 
Doth  a  skilful,  healing"  friend 
On  thy  daily  path  attend, 
And,  where  thorns  and  stings  abound, 
Shed  a  balm  on  every  wound  ? 

When  the  tempest  rolls  on  high, 
Hast  thou  still  a  refuge  nigh? 
Can,  oh,  can  thy  dying  breath 
Summon  one  more  strong  than  death? 
Canst  thou,  in  that  awful  day, 
Fearless  tread  the  gloomy  way, 
Plead  a  glorious  ransom  given, 
Burst  from  earth,  and  soar  to  heaven? 

Mrs.  C.  E.  Tonna. 


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2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun,      t.  Scott. 

6ll 

1  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 

.  Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why ; 
Will  ye  not  in  him  believe  ? 

He  has  died  that  ye  might  live. 

3  Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransom 'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 


4  Sinners,  turn  :  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why — 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Oh,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 

Why  will  ye  forever  die  ?       c.  Wesley. 

6l2 

1  Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead  : 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep  ;  arise  from  death  ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path ; 
Watchful,  tread  that  path  ;  be  wise  ; 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime  ; 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 
Life  secure  without  delay  ; 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  Oh,  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ! 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night ; 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

H.  U.  Onderdonk, 


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Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

3  "  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 

HEROLD.       7s. 


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Never  from  his  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

"  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 

Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  da)', 

Up  to  my  eternal  home  ; 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

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Clothed  in  majesty  divine  : 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  .nine:" 

Glorious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  voice,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed  ; 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

Newton. 
6l6 

i   To  the  ark  away  !  or  perish  ; 
Sinners,  to  the  ark  away ! 
Vain  the  hope,  that  thousands  cherish, 
Of  deliverance  in  that  clay, 

When  destruction 
Cometh,  that  no  arm  can  stay. 
2  Careless  ones,  be  warned,  and  haste  ye 
To  the  ark  that  open  lies  ; 
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Why,  oh,  why,  in  folly  waste  ye 
Precious  time  that  quickly  flies  r 

Soon  your  laughter 
Will  be  turned  to  bitter  cries. 

3  Hear  the  Lord  himself  invite  you 

To  his  arms — a  refuge  sure  ; 
Oh,  believe  him,  lest  he  smite  you 
With  a  curse  that  none  can  cure ! 

When  he  thunders, 
Who  his  anger  can  endure  ? 

4  They  are  safe,  and  none  besides  them 

Who  the  Saviour's  word  obey  ; 

They  are  safe,  for  he  will  hide  them, 

In  the  dark  and  dreadful  day  • 

They  shall  triumph, 
When  the  world  has  passed  away. 

617 

1  Sinner,  hear  the  melting  story 

Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ; 
'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory : 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain  ? 

Oh,  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain  ! 

2  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive, 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing: 
On  his  precious  name  believe : 

He  is  waiting ; 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 


238  WARNING     AND     INVITATION. 

ZION.       8s,  7s  &  4s. 


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2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Fill'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain  ; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again  : 

3  "  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  !" 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder ! 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part  ; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart  I" 

Lost  for  ever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart !" 

619 

1  Hear,  C)  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you  ; 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Hear,  ( )  sinner  ! 
"1'is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Sec  :  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread  ! 


Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  ! 

Turn,  O  sinner ! 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 
3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  to  the  Saviour  ; 
Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  ; — 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away ; 

Haste,  O  sinner ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay.      reed. 

620 

1  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim  : — 
"  To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon  ; 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  :" 

Oh,  what  mercy ! 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

2  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  oh,  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

3  Oh,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way  ; 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven  ; 
Tidings  bear  without  delay; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey,      allm 


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2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace, 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ■ 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall 

sound, 
To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Than  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions 
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With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Countess  of  Huntingdon. 
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i  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
"Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 
Secure  !  insensible ! 


A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 
O  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weighty 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 
Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
Be  this  my  one  great  business  here,— 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 
Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  earth,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love.  c.  Weslev. 


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2  Prisoners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 
Your  portals  open  fly  ; 
Rise  with  your  Lord  ; — he  sets  you  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

3  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  Justice  due, 
Ransom'd,  but  not  with  gold, 
[  [e  gave  himself  for  you  ! 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

4  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

<  )'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 

An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

1  he  Lord's  accepted  year: 

Lei    I  11  ob  rise,  be  Israel  free  ; 

[f  is  Mil-  year  of  Jubilee. 

Montgomery. 


624 


1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, — 

Immerged  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame: 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame 
All  things  are  reach'  ;  sinners,  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compelled  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wandering  sheep,  draw  near  ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above  ; 

1 1  is  charming  accents  hear  ; 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come  : 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

BonEN. 


WARNING     AND     INVITATION 


LENOX.       H.  M. 

Congregation. 


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2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

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The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  • 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

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3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 


And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Receive  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

6  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

WCSLEY 


242  WARNING     AND     INVITATION. 

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2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him — 
There  he  groans,  and   bleeds,  and 
dies. 

';    Lo !  th'  Incarnate  God  ascending 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him — venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude. 

Hart. 


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1  Come,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  !* 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

4  Lo !  th'  Incarnate  God  ascended 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


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EXPOSTULATION.       lis. 


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2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 

Your  hearts  may  grow  better ;  your  chains  melt  away ! 
Come  guilty,  come  wretched,  come  just  as  you  are  ; 
All  helpless  and  dying,  to  Jesus  repair. 

3  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart ; 
In  him  once  united,  we  never  shall  part ; 

Oh,  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not  come  ? 

We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home.  j.  Hopkins. 

629 

i  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here  ; 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  open,  how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning  blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace 

Long  grieved  and  resisted  may  take  his  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand,  * 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens  shall  fade  ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall  stand  ; 

What  power  then,  O  sinner,  will  lend  thee  its  aid !  Hastings. 


244 


W  A  R  N  I  N  G     AND     INVITATION. 


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"  Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure." 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life  ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love — come,  ever  knowing 
"  Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove." 

4  Go  ask  the  infidel  what  boon  he  brings  us, 

What  charm  for  aching  hearts  he  can  reveal, 
Sweet  as  that  heavenly  promise  hope  brings  us  — 

"Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal."        Moore. 

yi  verse  by  Hastings. 
TO-DAY.         6S   &    4S.  L.  Mason. 


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3  To-day  the  S;i\iour  calls; 
For  1  efuge  fly  ; 


The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  : 
Yield  to  his  power  ; 
( )li,  grieve  him  not  away, 
"Tis  mercy's  hour. 


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It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day, 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 

Will  you  go  ?  etc. 

3  In  vision  I  see   its  streets  of  gold ; 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold, 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 

Will  you  go  ?  etc. 

4  The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace. 

Will  you  go  ?  etc. 


246  WARNING     AND     INVITATION. 

WARNING.       12s  &  8s. 


1.  When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone,  And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er, 

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The  gospel  no  message  declare, — 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailing  of  woe. 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair  ? 

3  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of  peace, 

To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above  ; 
When  their  harmony  wakes,  in  the  fulness  of  bliss, 
Their  song  to  the  Saviour  of  love, — 

4  Say,  O  sinner,  now  living  at  rest  and  secure, 

And  fearing  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure, 

Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom  ?  s.  F.  Smith. 

OH,    THERE     WILL     BE     MOURNING. 


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IMPLORING     CHANT.       L.  M. 


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Beset  thy  path,  nor  refuge  near ; 

JESUS     PAID     IT     ALL. 


3  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain, 
Flee  for  thy  life,  the  mountain  gain ; 
Look  not  behind,  make  no  delay, 
Oh  speed  thee,  speed  thee  on  thy  way  ! 


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2  When  he  from  his  lofty  throne 

Stooped  to  do  and  die, 
Everything  was  fully  done — 
"  'Tis  finished,"  was  his  cry. 

3  Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 

Wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 
Cease  your  doing  ;  all  was  done 
Long,  long  ago. 


4  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 
By  a  simple  faith, 

"  Doing  is  a  deadly  thing, 
Doing  ends  in  death." 

5  Cast  your  deadly  doing  clown, 
Down  at  Jesus'  feet ; 

Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone, 
Glorious  and  complete. 


Proctor. 


248  WARNING     AND     INVITATION. 

PALESTINE.       L.  M.     6  lines. 


Mazzincbi. 


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To  lay  with  hope  the  storms  of  fear, 
And  reconcile  life's  smile  and  tear. 
The  throbs  of  wounded  pride  to  still, 
And  make  our  own  our  Father's  will  ! 

3  0  thou,  who  mournest  on  thy  way, 

With  longings  for  the  close  of  day, 
He  walks  with  thee,  that  angel  kind, 
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Hear  up,  bear  on,  the  end  shall  tell, 
The   dear   Lord    ordereth    all    things 
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2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed  ; 
On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load  ; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God  :    [word  ! 
Thy    God's     thy     Saviour  —  glorious 
Forever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 

/:  Sherlcy. 

1.  To  weary  hearts,  to  mourning  homes, 
God's  unci.. -si  angel  gently  comes  ; 
No  power  hath  he  to  banish  pain, 
(  )t  give  us  back  our  lost  again, 

And  yet,  in  tenderesl  love,  our  dear 
And  Heavenly  Father  sends  him  here. 


WARNING    AND     INVITATION. 

COME     TO     JESUS. 


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^  6  He'll  receive  you.     7  Call  upon  him.     8  He  will  hear  you.     9  Look 

unto  him.     10  He'll  forgive  you.     11   Flee  to  Jesus.     12  He  will  cleanse  you. 

13  He  will   clothe  you.     14  Jesus  loves  you.     15   Don't  reject  him.     16  Only 

trust  him.     17  Hallelujah,  Amen. 


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Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 

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Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light, 
Go,  ere  thy  strength  deelineth, 

While  every  sense  is  bright : 
Sell  all  thou  hast  and  buy  it ; 

Tis  worth  all  earthly  things, — 
Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 

Sceptres  and  crowns  of  kings  ! 
Go,  ere  the  cloud  of  sorrow 

Steals  o'er  thy  bloom  of  youth ; 
Defer  not  till  to-morrow  ; 

Go  now,  and  buy  the  truth. 
Go,  seek  thy  great  Creator; 

Learn  early  to  be  wise  ; 
Go,  place  upon  the  altar, 

A  morning  sacrifice. 


64I 


O  Jesus,  thou  art  standing 
Outside  the  fast  closed  door, 

In  lowly  patience  waiting 
To  pass  the  threshold  o'er: 


Shame  on  us,  guilty  mortals, 
Who  can  his  favor  share, 

Oh,  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us, 
To  keep  him  standing  there ! 

2  O  Jesus,  thou  art  knocking : 

And  lo  !  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  thy  brow  encircle, 

And  tears  thy  face  have  marred: 
Oh,  love  that  passeth  knowledge 

So  patiently  to  wail ! 
Oh,  sin  that  hath  no  equal 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate ! 

3  O  Jesus,  thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"  I  died  for  you,  poor  sinners, 

And  will  ye  treat  me  so?" 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  never  more. 

Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern. 


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He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor ; 
Your  sins  are  increasing,  escape  to  the  mountain- — 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

O  Jesus  !  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious  ! 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  art  more  than  victorious ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever  ! 

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Lindsay.  Arr.  hyj.  P.  Holbrook. 


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SOLO  (Soprano)  or  DUET.     Vs.  i,  2.  3. 


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BERA.       L.   M. 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  ne'er  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ! 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should   sudden    vengeance    seize    my 

breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord  ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy 

word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise 

there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


645 


Watts. 


1  Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
17 


I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod ; 
For  him,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn, 
O  Jesus,  full  of  pardoning  grace, 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin  ; 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 
Thou  know'st  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 
My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  • 
Oh,  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake. 
Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  I 
Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears, 
And  kindle  my  relentings  now  • 
Fill  all  my  soul  with  filial  fears, 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow. 


646 


C.  Wesley. 


A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  Ring, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring : 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 
My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
Aiid  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 
Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace : 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

Watts. 
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With    deep    and    conscious    guilt 

pressed  ; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 
Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies ; 
But  thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 
Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 
To  Calvary  alone  I  flee : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 
And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 
God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 

C.  Elvek. 


Dost  thou  not  all  my  sorrows  know, 
And  claim  a  share  in  all  my  pain  ? 

4  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruised  reed, 
Nor  quench  the  smallest  spark  of  grace, 
Till  through  the  soul  thy  power  is  spread, 
Thy  all-victorious  righteousness. 

5  The  day  of  small  and  feeble  things, 
I  know  thou  never  wilt  despise  ; 

I  know,  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  shall  rise. 

C.  Wesley. 


648 


i   My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known, 
Tempted  in  every  point  like  me  ; 
Regard  my  grief,  regard  thine  own  : 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary! 

2  For  whom  didst  thou  the  cross  endure  ? 
Who  nailed  thy  body  to  the  tree  ? 

Did  not  thy  death  my  life  procure? 
( )h  !  let  thy  mercy  answer  me. 

3  An  thou  not  touched  with  human  woe? 
Hath  pity  left  the  Son  of  Man  ? 


649 


1  I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light ; 
I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death! 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 
Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne : 
Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke  ; 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn  ! 

3  Heart-broken,    friendless,    poor,    cast 

down, 
Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 
Almighty  Vengeance  !  from  thy  frown, 
Eternal  Justice!  from  thine  eye? 

4  Lo !  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 
My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace: 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears 

In  Jesus'  reconciling  face  ! 

Montgomery. 


PENITENCE     AND     CONSECRATION 
FEDERAL     STREET.       L.   M. 


255 


Oliver. 


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Oh  think  not  of  my  shame  and  guilt, 
My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye  ; 
Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 
And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

Oh  think  upon  thy  holy  word, 
And  every  plighted  promise  there  ; 
How  prayer  should  evermore  be  heard, 
And  how  thy  glory  is  to  spare. 

Oh  think  not  of  my  doubts  and  fears, 
My  strivings  with  thy  grace  divine  • 
Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  his  merits  stand  for  mine. 

Thine  eye,  thine  ear,  they  are  not  dull ; 
Thine  arm  can  never  shortened  be  ; 
Behold  me  here  ;  my  heart  is  full ; 
Behold,  and  spare,  and  succor  me  ! 

Lyte. 


65 


Oh  !  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
Oh  !  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  : 


I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; — 
The  cross   all  stained  with  hallowed 

blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace  ! 


65: 


C.  Wesley. 


Oh  !  where  is  now  that  glowing  love 
That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  afford. 

Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 
To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known  ? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 
In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 
The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved  ? 

Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee  ; 
Oh  !  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile  ; 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
O  Lord  our  God,  but  in  thy  smile. 

Kelly. 


256  PENITENCE     AND     CONSECRATION 

HAMBURG.        L.    M.  Gregorian  Chant. 


§4^— ^JP=j=^g=/j-U=)=g 


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2  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels,  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

3  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies : 
Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

4  Bright  heralds  of  th'  eternal  will, 
Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfill  ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious,  in  his  presence  play. 

5  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine  : 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 

A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

HlLI.HOUSS. 

654. 

1  I  THIRST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
i         ish  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood  ; 

To  dwell  within  thy  wounds  ;  then  pain 
I  -   sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
I  0    vet  (dosed  to  all  but  thee : 

thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
Tli  it  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 


3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  shelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  side  ! 
Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  de- 
rive, 

And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  giv'st  the    power    thy  grace    to 

move  ; 

O  wondrous  grace  !  O  boundless  love ! 
Zinzemdorf,  tr.  by  J.  Wesley. 


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1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine, 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom 'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live  — thine  would  I  die  ; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here,   at    that   cross   where    ilows  the 

blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  to  God, — 
Thee,  my  new  Mister,  now   I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

Davibs. 


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To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 

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O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am— thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Elliot. 
657 

i  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  save  my  ruined  soul ; 

'Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 


Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  thou  art  mine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee  : 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

4  What  can  I  say  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin — but  thou  art  love  : 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

Lord,  I  am  lost, — but  thou  hast  died  i 

C.  Wesley. 


658 


Oh,  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  clay, 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away  ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

The  rocks  can  rend ;    the   earth   can 

quake  ; 
The  seas  can  roar;  the  mountains  shake : 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign9 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

But  Power  Divine  can  do  the  deed ; 
And,  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need  : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

Hart. 


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True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

Oh,  let  our  wills  resign, 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness,  still, 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

660 

1  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 

When  vailed  in  human  clay, 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind 
And  drive  disease  away? 

2  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 

And  give  the  blind  to  see  ? 
Jesus,  thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me. 

5  And  didst  thou  pit}-  mortal  woe, 

And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 

Tli  n  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 

Which  needs  thy  mercy  more. 

4  Didst  thou  regard  thy  servant's  cry, 

When  sinking  in  the  wave? 


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I  perish,  Lord — oh,  save  my  soul, 
For  thou  alone  canst  save.     Bradley. 

66l 

1  O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "Return?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 

This  only  safe  retreat !  Steele. 

662 

1  Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart  ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye  ! 


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2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh : 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord !  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed  • 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him — thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh  !  wondrous  Love — to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name ! 


664 


Newton. 


i  Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend  ; 
As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace — 

Remember  Calvary  • 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God  ! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 
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4  Lord !  I  am  guilty — I  am  vile, 

But  thy  salvation  's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  And,  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer-God  ! 
I  pray,  remember  me.       burnham. 


665 


1  When  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief, 
His  heart  that 's  touched  with  all  out 
joys 
And  feeleth  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord ; 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin, 
But  in  thy  wounded  side. 

Cecil  Frances  Alexander. 


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2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

.And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  1  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail  ; 

Oh,  make  my  soul  thy  care  ! 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; 

Let  me  that  mercy  share.       nEwt  in. 


667 


1  On,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 

Where  I  might  lind  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

Whal  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 

How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

J    He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
To  wrestle  with  mv  God  : 


I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake — 
I'd  plead  my  Saviour's  blood. 

Watts. 

668 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe,  [eyes 

Tears  should  from   both  my  weeping 
In  ceaseless  torrents  How. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ;  [shed, 

No  tears,  but  those   which  thou   hast 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

Si  1  NNETT. 


669 


i  Oh,  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee, 
Thou  depth  of  mercy  prove, — 
Thou  vast,  unfathomable  sea 
Of  unexhausted  1<>\  e. 

2  My  humbled  soul,  when  thou  art  near, 

In  dust  and  ashes  lies: 
How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear, 
Or  meet  thy  inner  eyes  ? 

3  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

\ ml  into  nothing  fall  ; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be. 

And  Christ  be  all  in  all.    c.  Wesley. 


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Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try  : 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 

6  "  But  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 

When  I  the  King  have  tried, 
This  were  to  die  (delightful  thought !) 
As  sinner  never  died."  Jones. 


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And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 

And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell. 
Almighty  goodness  cries,  "  Forbear  !  " 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays  : 


And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

Lord,  we  have  long  abused  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulged  our  sin, 

Our  aching  hearts  now  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 


Watts. 


672 


i   I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 
And  mark  their  wrathful  mien  ; 
Their  shouts  of  "Crucify  !  "  appall, 
With  blasphemies  between. 

2  I  see  the  scourges  tear  his  back, 

I  see  the  piercing  crown  ; 
And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock, 
I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

3  Around  yon  Cross  a  throng  I  see, 

Mocking  the  Sufferer's  groan  ; 
Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be, 
As  if  I  mocked  alone. 

4  'Twas  I  that  shed  the  Saviour's  blood, 

I  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 
I  crucified  the  Son  of  God, 
I  joined  the  mockery. 

5  Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails 

To  wash  av/ay  my  sin  ; 
And  not  the  less  that  Cross  prevails 
To  give  me  peace  within.      bonar. 


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J.  Griggs. 


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2  But,  hark  !  a  voice  of  sovereign  love  ! 

Tis  Christ's  inviting  word — 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  stains  of  deepest  dye. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all.  Watts. 


674 


1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke: 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

\nd  plunged  me  it]  despair; 


I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !   I  knew  not  what  I  did  ! 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain ! 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

Newton. 


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1  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died  ! 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean  ! 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own, 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art  ! 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone  : 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart  ! 

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Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart — 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day.  Toplady. 


677 


No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

The  inexorable  throne ! 


No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  oh  !  when  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 

Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies,   c.  Wesley. 


678 


The     mind    was    formed,    to    mount 

sublime 
Beyond  the  narrow  bounds  of  time, 

To  everlasting  things ; 
But  earthly  vapors  dim  her  sight, 
And  hang,  with  cold  oppressive  weight, 

Upon  her  drooping  wings.  1 

Bright  scenes  of  bliss,  unclouded  skies 
Invite  my  soul ; — oh  !  could  I  rise, 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below, 
I'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care, 
And  say  to  every  tempting  snare, — 

Heaven  calls  and  I  must  go ! 

Steele. 


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2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 

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Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise.         Watts. 

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am    count  -  ing     all      but    dross;         I      shall     thy        sal  -  va  -    lion    find. 


Hum-bly      at         thy    cross      I      bow;        Save    me,      Jc    -    sus,    save     me    now. 


680 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee  ; 

Long  1 1  is  evil  reigned  within  ; 

Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. — Cho. 

3  Hen-  I  give  my  all  to  thee — 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store ; 


Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 

Wholly  thine— forever  more. — Cho. 

4    In  the  promises  I  trust  ; 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust  ; 

I  with  Christ  am  crucified. — Cho. 

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2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  • 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

Beddome. 

682 

1  And  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give  ? — 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
And  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  thee  Conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign  ; 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh,  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

£  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

C,  Wesley. 


683 

i  Unto  thine  altar,  Lord, 
A  broken  heart  I  bring  ; 
And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

My  faith  directs  her  eyes  ; 
Thou  mayst  reject  that  worthless  thing, 
But  not  his  sacrifice, 

3  When  he  gave  up  his  life, 

The  law  was  satisfied  ; 
And  now  to  its  most  rigorous  claims 
I  answer,  "Jesus  died.' 

684 

1  Dm  Jesus  weep  for  me  ? 

And  sigh  o'er  sinners  here  ? 
My  soul  that  weeping  Saviour  see, 
And  shed  thyself  a  tear. 

2  Did  Jesus  pray  for  me  ? 

For  such  a  wand'rer  care  ? 
My  heart  subdued  and  broken  be, 
And  drawn  to  him  in  prayer. 

3  Did  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 

Oh,  depth  of  love  divine  ! 
I  die  to  sin — I'll  live  to  thee  ; 
O  Saviour,  make  me  thine  ! 

S.  D.  Phelpe. 


Beddome. 


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2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind : 


Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  : 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity.  c.  Wesley. 


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2   Pass  me  not,  O  God,  our  Father ! 
Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather    5   Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping — 


Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit ! 

Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me — 
Even  me. 


Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me  ! — 
Even  me. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour ! 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee  ; 
For  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor ; 

Whilst  thou  art  calling,  oh  !  call  me — 
Even  me. 

4  Pass  me  not,  0  mighty  Spirit  ! 

Thou  can'st  make  the  blind  to  see ; 


Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  ? 
Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping? 
Oh  !  forgive,  and  rescue  me  ! — 
Even  me. 

Love  of  God — so  pure  and  changeless ; 

Blood  of  Christ — so  rich,  so  free  ; 
Grace  of  God — so  strong  and  boundless, 

Magnify  it  all  in  me  ! — 

Even  me. 

Mrs.  E.  Conder. 


1.   Fa  -    ther,     I    stretch    my     hands  to     thee; 
Cho. — I  do      be-lieve,       I        now    be-lieve 


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My  soul  from  endless  death? 


3   Author  of  faith,  to  thee  1  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
( )h,  may  1  now  receive  th  it  gift  ; 
My  soul,  without  it,  dies.     c.  weslev. 


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688 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 
In  the  lonely  wilderness  : 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  thy  people  while  they  cry. 


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By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 

By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  thy  purple  robe  of  scorn, 

By  thy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thorn ; 

By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries  ; 

By  thy  perfect  sacrifice  ; 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 

Hear  thy  people  while  they  cry. 


R.  Gnant. 


JESUS,    TO     THEE     I     COME. 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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689 


2  Jesus,  I  come — I  cannot  stay 
From  thee  another  precious  day  ; 
I  would  thy  word  this  night  obey — 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  come ! 
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3  Jesus,  I  come — "just  as  I  am," 
To  thee,  the  holy,  spotless  Lamb ; 
Thou  wilt  receive  me  as  I  am — 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  come  ! 


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Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am, 
Now  upon  the  mountain  cold, 
Lost,  I  long  to  gain  the  fold, 
And  within  thine  arms  to  be  ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 

Oh,  where  stillest  streams  are  poured, 
In  green  pastures,  lead  me,  Lord  ! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found  ; 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be  j 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 


69I 


1    1 1 1. art  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 
break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ! 


See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 
Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  the  Incarnate  Son  ! 

Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed. 
Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there, 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head. 
Pierced  him  with  the  cruel  spear. 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies  ! 

Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain  ? 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue? 
( )pen  all  his  wounds  again, 
And  the  shameful  cross  renew? 
No  ;  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 
Break,  oh  break,  my  bleeding  heart  I 

C.  Wesley. 


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1.  Rock      of     A     -     ges,  cleft      for     me,  Let    me     hide        my  -  self    in      thee , 

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2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  thy  laws  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand    I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, . 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee,     toplady. 

693 

1  Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn, 
Jesus  all  thy  griefs  hath  borne ; 


View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee  ; 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore, 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

All  thy  crimes  on  him  were  laid  ; 
See  upon  his  blameless  head 
Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours, 
Due  to  my  offence  and  yours  ; 
Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice. 

Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem  ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  fears  away ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

Lord,  thy  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed ; 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me ; 
At  thy  feet  myself  I  lay, 
Shine,  oh  shine  my  sins  away. 

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2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent ; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  ; 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame  we  own  ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 

Oh,  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  all  praise  belongs  ! 
J.  Taylor. 

1  Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 

Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim — 
Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee  ! 

2  Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best ; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 

And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 
t,   Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

I  [ourly  1  rosses  horn  without  ; — 


4  All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply  ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 
Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

5  In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 
Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace. 

6  Tempest-tossed  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 
Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 


696 


Newton. 


1  Gently,  gently,  lay  the  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  O  God  ! 
Stay  thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak  ; 
Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek  ; 
This  my  only  plea  1  make, — 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save? 
Lord  !  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak,  and   I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  he  comes — he  heeds  my  plea: 
Lo!  he  comes — the  shadows  llee  ; 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more  ; 
Rise,  my  spirit  !  and  adore.  lvtr. 


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Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 
If  thy  mercies  now  are  stirred, 

If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord  ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

C.  Wesley. 


698 


Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good  ! 


Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego  ; 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

Other  knowledge  I  disdain  ; 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, — 

He  tasted  death  for  me. 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end  ; 

This  is  all  my  happiness, 
On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 

Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 
And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And   JeSUS  Crucified.  c.  Wesley. 


274  PENITENCE     AND     CONSECRATION. 

RATHBUN.       8s  &  7s. 


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"Lord,  I  would  receive  my  sight." 

3  I  would  see  thee  and  adore  thee, 

And  thy  word  the  power  can  give  ; 
Hear  the  sightless  soul  implore  thee ; 
Let  me  see  thy  face  and  live. 


4  Ah  !  what  touch  is  this  that  thrills  me? 

What  this  burst  of  strange  delight  ? 
Lo,  the  rapturous  vision  fills  me ! 
This  is  Jesus  !  this  is  sight ! 

5  Room,  ye  saints  that  throng  behind  him! 

Let  me  follow  in  the  way  ; 
I  will  teach  the  blind  to  find  him 
Who  can  turn  their  night  to  day. 

Ganse. 


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2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ■ 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls  ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  fails. 

God  is  love,  etc. 

3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

God  is  love,  etc. 


4  Kindled  his  relentings  are  ; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  • 
Cries, "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ? " 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

God  is  love,  etc. 

5  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his   wounds,   and   spreads    his 

hands  ; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

God  is  love,  etc.  c.  Wesley. 


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3  Nothingbut  leaves!  sad  memory  weaves 

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Counting  each  lost  and  misspent  day, 
Sadly  we  find  at  last — 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

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Bearing  but  withered,  leaves  ? 
Ah  !  who  shall  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Before  the  awful  judgment-seat, 
Lay  down,  for  golden  sheaves, 
Nothingr  but  leaves  ? 


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1 1  is  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life  he  gave, 
That   mercy,  peace  and   pardon  you  might  have. 

3  Go,  and   tell   Jesus,  he'll   dispel   thy  fears, 

Will   calm  thy  doubts,  and   wipe  away  thy  tears; 
He'll   take  thee   in   his  arm,   and   on    his   breast 
Thou  mayst  be  happy,  and  for  ever  rest. 


PENITENCE  AND  CONSECRATION 
GANGES.   C.  P.  M. 


277 


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2  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul — 

A  vast  oppressive  load  ; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain ; 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell — 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near ; 
Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain-  - 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  deep  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  ; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love,     ockum. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 


Surrenders  all  to  thee  : 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

Yes,  since  thou  hast  thy  love  revealed, 
And  shown  my  soul  a  pardon  sealed, 

I  can  resist  no  more  ; 
Couldst  thou  for  such  a  sinner  bleed  ? 
Canst  thou  for  such  a  rebel  plead  ? 

I  wonder  and  adore  ! 

If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  ; 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now,  I  hate  my  sin. 

Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone — 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee.      Newtom 


278  PENITENCE     AND     CONSECRATION. 

ELLESDIE.       8s  &   7s.  A rr.  by  J.  P.  Kolbrook. 


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2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me— 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
Oh !  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
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Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

"J  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast, 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  m2  sweeter  rest ! 
Oh  !   'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee 

(',  1  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ' 

(  lome  disaster,  SCOrn,  and  pain  ! 
In  thy  servit  e  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 


I  have  called  thee,  Abba,  Father ! 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  thee  ! 
Storms    may  howl,    and   clouds   may 
gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee, 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  by  faith, and  winged  by  prayer! 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee  ; 

God's  own   hand    shall    guide    thee 
there : 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Lyte. 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 
UXBRIDGE.       L.  M. 


279 


L.  Mason. 


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I.   I      send  the  joys   of  earth     a  -  way 


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And   emp-iy     as    the  wiiiS-  tling  wind  ! 

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706 


2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me 

there. 

3  Lord  !  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
Which  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
Which  drew  me  from  those  treacherous 

seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I   streach  my  hands   and  glance   my 

eyes  ; 
Oh  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

Watts. 
707 

i  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 


Oh,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

Watts. 
708 

i  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone — 
He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue, 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, — 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  have  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  their  power, 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  for  I'm  the  Way  !" 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give  ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  I'll  tell  to  all  poor  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 

Cennick. 


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2  Oh  who  will  follow  Jesus, 

Amid  reproach  and  shame  ? 
Where  others  shrink  and  falter, 
Who'll  glory  in  his  name  ? 

3  My  all  to  Christ  I've  given, 

My  talents,  time  and  voice, 
Myself,   my  reputation, 

The  lone  way  is  my  choice. 

4  O  Jesus,  precious  Saviour, 

My  all-sufficient  Friend ! 
Come,  fold  me  to  thy  bosom, 
E'en  to  the  journey's  end. 

Hartsough. 

7 10 

1    Ashamed  to  be  a  Christian, 

Afraid  the  world  should  know 
I'm  on  the  way  to  Zion, 

Where  joys  eternal  flow  ! 
Forbid  it,  blessed  Saviour, 

Thai  I  should  ever  be 
Afraid  the  CFOSS  to  cherish, 

Or  blush  to  follow  thee. 


2  Ashamed  to  be  a  Christian, 

Te  love  my  God  and  King ! 
The  fire  of  zeal  is  burning, 

My  soul  is  on  the  wing. 
I  want  a  faith  made  perfect, 

That  all  the  world  may  see, 
I  stand  a  living  witness, 

Of  mercy,  rich  and  free. 

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1  O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  \\x  my  frail,  inconstant  heart  ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be, 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  till  my  soul  with  joy  ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 

3  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  spreading  wing, 
My  sweetest   thought   henceforth   shall 

be. 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

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2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend  ? 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe  ;  no  good  to  crave  ; 
No  fear  to  quell — no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

Gregg. 

713 

i   Hail,  sov'reign  love,  that  form'd  the 
plan 
To  save  rebellious,  ruin'd  man, 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 


2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought,  with  weapons  lifted  high ; 
I  madly  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Regardless  of  a  hiding-place. 

3  Yet  when  God's  justice  rose  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  burning  mount  I  flew  ; 
Keen  were  the  pangs  of  my  distress, — 
The  mountain  was  no  hiding-place. 

4  But  a  celestial  voice  I  heard, 

A  bleeding  Saviour  then  appear'd, 
Led  by  the  Spirit  of  his  grace, — 
I  found  in  him  a  hiding-place. 

Brewer. 

i   The  wondering  world  inquires  to  know, 
Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so  : 
"  What  are  his  charms,"  say  they,  "above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love?" 

2  All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  shine, 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs, 
A  sun  amongst  ten  thousand  stars. 

3  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
He  is  beloved  and  yet  adored  ; 
His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew> 
Sure,  the  whole  earth  would  love  him 

too.  Watts. 


282  PENITENCE     AND     CONSECRATION 

HAPPY     DAY.       L.  M. 


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2  Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  Tis  done  ;  the  great  transaction 's  done ; 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

BRIGHT     CROWN.       C.  M. 


He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 
Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

Doddridge. 

Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 

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716 

2   All  earthly  pleasures  we'll  forsake, 
When  heaven  appears  in  view, 
In  fesus'  strength  we'll  undertake 

To  fight  our  passage  through. 

Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs,  etc. 


3  Oh,  what  a  glorious  shout  there'll  be, 
When  we  arrive  at  home  ! 
Our  friends  and  Jesus  we  shall  see, 
And  God  shall"  say  "Well  done." 
Let  US  never  mind  the  scoffs,  etc 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION 
MAITLAND.       C.  M. 


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717 

2  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

3  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall 

ring, 
Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 
The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives,  no  more  to  die. 

6  Oh,  precious  cross !  oh,  glorious  crown ! 

Oh,  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  flash  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away.  Allen 

718 

1  The  Saviour,  by  whose  name  I'm  called, 

Will  grant  me  strength  within, 
To  own  his  name  before  the  world, 
And  fight  the  fight  with  sin. 

2  So  will  I  sing,  oh  blessed  be 

The  Lord  who  is  my  Strength  ! 


The  weakest  child  who  calls  on  thee, 
Shall  overcome  at  length. 

3  The  swift  may  stumble  in  the  race, 

The  strong  in  battle  fail ; 
But  they  who  ever  seek  thy  face, 
Shall  in  thy  might  prevail. 

4  And  oh,  when  on  each  brow  shall  shine 

Thy  gift,  a  fadeless  crown, 
What  joy  to  own  the  glory  thine, 
And  lowly  cast  it  down. 

719 

1  My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 

And  make  it  always  thine  ; 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall ; 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 
Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  May  the  clear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove  ; 
That  I,  from  first  to  last,  may  be 
The  purchase  of  thy  love. 

4  Let  every  thought  and  work  and  word 

To  thee  be  ever  given  • 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 

M.  Brydges. 


?84  PENITENCE     AND     CONSECRATION. 

CHRISTMAS.        CM.  From  Handel. 


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2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine.         Watts. 

721 

1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  VOW  we  dare  not  break: 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 


Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Oh,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Beddome. 

722 

1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  Avord, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! —  I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust  ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands. 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  plare.       watts. 


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285 


LEBANON.       S.  M.     Double. 


ZUNDEL. 


I       did       not    love      my     Shepherd's  voice,        I    would    not     be       con  -  trolled : 
I       did       not   love      my      Fa  -  ther's  voice,        I     loved      a  -   far        to        roam. 

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2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
He  followed  me  o^er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

He  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole- 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ,- 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold  : 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam  ; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  his  home  !  bonae. 

19 


24 

I  was  a  foe  to  God, 

I  fought  in  Satan's  host, 
I  trifled  all  his  grace  away, 

Alas  !  my  soul  was  lost : 
Yet  God  forgets  my  sin  ; 

His  heart,  with  pity  moved, 
He  gives  me,  Son  of  God,  to  thee  5 

Lo,  thus  our  God  hath  loved  ! 
Once,  blind  with  sin  and  self, 

Along  the  treacherous  way 
That  ends  in  ruin  at  the  last, 

I  hastened  far  astray : 
Then  God  sent  down  his  Son  : 

For  with  a  love  most  deep, 
Most  undeserved,  his  heart  still  yearned 

O'er  me,  poor  wandering  sheep  ! 
God  with  his  life  of  love 

To  me  was  far  and  strange  ; 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  sight,  and  sense,  and  change  : 
In  thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one  ; 
In  thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 


286 


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BARTIMEUS.   8s  &  7s. 


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Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

Now,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around  : 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

"  Oh,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 

Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Newton. 
John  ZuNDEL. 


725 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still  ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  clay !" 


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726 

2   Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth   and   hell   will   disappear; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near — 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here  I 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION 

WHITMAN.       7s.     Double. 


287 


Peo  -  pie   of        the    liv  -  ing  God, 
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2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  and  power ; 
l     Welcome  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour : 
"  Follow  me  !" — I  know  the  voice  ; 

Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see ; 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 


Montgomery. 


728 


1  Hark  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord ; 
Tis  thy  Saviour — hear  his  word  ; 


Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 
I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound  : 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 
"  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 
Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 
"Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ! 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me  ?" 
Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore ; — 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 

COWPER. 


THE    CHURCH. 


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2  Thy  footsteps  we  follow,  to  bow  in  the  tide, 

And  are  buried  with  thee  in  the  death  thou  hast  died, 
Then  wake  with  thy  likeness  to  walk  in  the  way 
That  brightens  and  brightens  to  shadowless  day. 

3  O  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  O  Jesus,  our  Lord  ! 

By  the  life  of  thy  passion,  the  grace  of  thy  word, 
Accept  us,  redeem  us,  dwell  ever  within, 
To  keep,  by  thy  Spirit,  our  spirits  from  sin. 

4  Till  crowned  with  thy  glory,  and  waving  the  palm, 
Our  garments  all  white  from  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
We  join  the  bright  millions  of  saints  gone  before, 
And  bless  thee,  and  wonder,  and  praise  evermore. 

Gko.  W,  Uetuiti6 


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2  Lord  Jesus,  we  remember 

The  travail  of  thy  soul, 
When,  in  thy  love's  deep  pity, 

The  waves  did  o'er  thee  roll. 
Baptized  in  death's  cold  waters, 

For  us  thy  blood  was  shed  ; 
For  us  the  Lord  of  Glory 

Was  numbered  with  the  dead. 


O  Lord,  thou  now  art  risen, 

Thy  travail  all  is  o'er, 
For  sin  thou  once  hast  suffered, 

Thou  liv'st  to  die  no  more  ; 
Sin,  death  and  hell  are  vanquished 

By  thee,  thy  church's  Head  ; 
And  lo  !  we  share  thy  triumph, 

Thou  First  Born  from  the  dead ! 

J.  G.  Deck. 


73* 

i  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

And  make  thy  presence  known  ; 
Reveal  our  Saviour's  love, 

And  seal  us  for  thine  own : 
Unblest  by  thee,  our  works  are  vain  ; 
Nor  can  we  e'er  acceptance  gain. 

2  When  our  incarnate  God, 

The  sovereign  Prince  of  light, 

Sing  fo  Lischer,  pa^e  14. 


In  Jordan's  swelling  flood 
Received  the  holy  rite, 
In  open  view  thy  form  came  down, 
And,  dove-like,  flew  the  King  to  crown. 

3   Continue  still  to  shine, 

And  fill  us  with  thy  fire : 
This  ordinance  is  thine  ; 

Do  thou  our  souls  inspire : 
Thou  wilt  attend  on  all  thy  sons  : 
"  Till  time  shall  end,"  thy  promise  runs 

Fellows. 


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We  rise  in  the  |  likeness  of  his  |  resur-  |  rection. 

If  ye  then  be  J  risen  with  |  Christ, 

Seek  those  things  which  are  above,  where  Christ  sitteth  at  the 
hand  of  |  God. 

For  as  many  as  have  been  baptized  into  Christ,  have  |  put  on  |  Christ. 
Therefore  glorify  God  in  your  body,  and  in  your  |  spirit,  |  which  are  |  God's. 

Reckon  ye  yourselves  to  be  dead  in-  |  deed  "  unto  |  sin, — 
But  alive  unto  God  through  |  Jesus  |  Christ  our  |  Lord. 

If  we  be  dead  with  him,  we  shall  also  |  live  with  |  him  ; 
If  we  suffer  with  him,  we  shall  |  also  |  reign  with  |  him. 

Blessed  is  he  whose  transgression  is  forgiven,  whose  |  sin  is  |  covered. 
Blessed  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord  im-  |  puteth  |  not  in-  |  iquity. 


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732 

2   In  the  Garden,  o'er  his  soul 

Sorrow's  whelming  waves  did  roll  ; 
Ah  !   on  Calvary's  cruel  tree, 
Jesus  bowed  in  death  for  me. 
1  with  him  am  crucified  : 
VII  my  hope  is— he  hath  died  : 
At  his  feet  my  place  I  take, 
B    w   the  Cross  for  his  dear  sake. 


3   In  the  new-made  tomb  he  lay, 
Taking  all  its  dread  away  ; 
Burst  lie  through  its  rock-bound  door, 
Glorious  now,  and  evermore. 
I  with  Christ  would  buried  be 
In  this  rite  required  of  me — 
Rising  from  the  mystic  flood, 
Living  hence  anew  to  God.  s.  D.  Phelps. 


BAPTISM, 


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2  While  this  liquid  tomb  surveying, 

Emblem  of  my  Saviour's  grave, 
Shall  I  shun  its  brink,  betraying 
Feelings  worthy  of  a  slave  ? 

No  !  I'll  enter  : 
Jesus  entered  Jordan's  wave. 

3  Sweet  the  sign  that  thus  reminds  me, 

Saviour,  of  thy  love  for  me  • 
Sweeter  still  the  love  that  binds  me 
In  its  deathless  bonds  to  thee  : 

Oh  what  pleasure, 
Buried  with  my  Lord  to  be  ! 

4  Should  it  rend  some  fond  connection, 

Should  I  suffer  shame  or  loss, 

Yet  the  fragrant,  blest  reflection, 

I  have  been  where  Jesus  was, 

Will  revive  me 
When  I  faint  beneath  the  cross. 

5  Fellowship  with  him  possessing, 

Let  me  die  to  all  around, 
So  I  rise  to  enjoy  the  blessing, 
Kept  for  those  in  Jesus  found, 

When  the  archangel - 
Wakes  the  sleepers  under  ground. 

6  Then,  baptized  in  love  and  glory, 

Lamb  of  God,  thy  praise  I'll  sing; 
Loudly,  with  the  immortal  story, 
All  the  harps  of  heaven  shall  ring : 

Saints  and  seraphs 
Sound  it  loud  from  every  string. 

John  E.  Giles. 


734- 

1  Jesus,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 

Thou  alone  our  Guide  shall  be : 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on  ; 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave, 
We'  who  know  thy  great  salvation, 
Are  baptized  beneath  the  wave. 

3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 

We  the  ancient  path  pursue. 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 

John  Fellows. 

735 

1  Lord,  in  humble,  sweet  submission, 

Here  we  meet  to  follow  thee  : 
Trusting  in  thy  great  salvation, 
Which  alone  can  make  us  free. 

2  Nought  have  we  to  claim  as  merit ; 

All  the  duties  we  can  do 
Can  no  crown  of  life  inherit : 
All  the  praise  to  thee  is  due. 

3  Yet  we  come  in  Christian  duty, 

Down  beneath  the  wave  to  go  ; 

Oh  the  bliss  !  the  heavenly  beauty ! 

Christ  the  Lord  was  buried  so. 

Robert  T.  Daniel. 


292 


THE     CHURCH. 


DARLEY.       L.  M 


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2  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Spirit  led, 

To  mark  the   path  his   saints   should 

tread  ; 
Joyful  they  trace  the  sacred  way, 
To  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Immersed  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave, 
The  Saviour  left  his  watery  grave  ; 
Heaven  owned  the  deed,  approved  the 

way, 
And  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Come,  all  who  love  his  precious  name, 
Come,  tread  his  steps  and  learn  of  him : 
Happy  beyond  expression  they, 

Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

Baldwin. 

737 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
On  these  baptismal  waters  shine, 
And  teach  our  hearts,  in  highest  strain, 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 

2  We  love  thy  name,  we  love  thy  laws, 
And  joyfully  embrace  thy  cause; 

We  love  thy  cross,  the  shame,  the  pain, 
( )  1  amb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

3  We  sink  beneath  thy  mystic  llood  ; 
Oh,  bathe  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood! 
We  die  to  sin,  and  seek  a  grave, 
With  thee,  beneath  the  yielding  wave. 


4  And  as  we  rise,  with  thee  to  live, 
Oh,  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 
The  sealing  unction  from  above, 
The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  love  ! 

JUDSON. 


738 


i  Great  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear, 
With  humble  joy  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  wise  injunctions  to  obey  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  hail  the  day ! 

2  Great  things,  O  everlasting  Son, 
Great  things  for  us  thy  grace  hath  done, 
Constrain'd  by  thy  almighty  love, 
Our  willing  feet  to  meet  thee  move. 

3  In  thy  assembly  here  we  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command  ; 
The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view, 

And  thy  sweet  voice  invites  us  through. 

4  The  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
Must  not  in\  ite  and  be  denied  ; 
Was  not  the  Lord,  who  came  to  save, 
Interr'd  in  such  a  liquid  grave? 

5  Tims  we,  dear  Saviour,  own  thy  name, 
Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream  ; 
Thin  to  thy  table  let  ns  come, 

And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 

Fellows, 


BAPTISM, 


-93 


EUCHARIST.       L.  M. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


i.  Our  Saviour  bowed  be-neath  the  wave,  And  meek  -  ly   sought    a     wa  -  tery  grave  ; 


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2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace, 
And  hither  come  to  seek  his  face, 

To  do  his  will,  to  feel  his  love, 

And  join  Our  songs  with  those  above. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  divine  ! 

Let  endless  glories  round  him  shine  ; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  forever  reign, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

JUDSON. 
740 

i  O  Father,  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven, 
O  Son  incarnate,  Christ  our  King, 
O  Spirit  for  our  guidance  given, 
Hear  and  accept  the  vow  we  bring  ! 

2  Thy  gospel  now  we  would  obey ; 

We  follow,  and  thy  hand  shall  guide  ; 
We  seek  thro'  Jordan's  wave  the  way 
That  leads  thy  loved  ones  to  thy  side. 

3  With  faith  upon  thy  name  we  come, 
The  Spirit's  cleansing  power  confess  : 
Bend,  Saviour,  from  thy  heavenly  home, 
And  seal  the  covenant  of  thy  grace  ! 

4  Thy  bright  example  marks  our  way 
To  thy  immersion — wondrous  sign  ! 
We  come,  O  Lord,  and  humbly  pray, 
That  we  may  be  forever  thine. 

T.    W.    WlLLMARTH. 

74-1 

1  Blest  Saviour,  we  thy  will  obey  : 
Not  of  constraint,  but  with  delight, 


Thy  servants  hither  come  to-day, 
To  honor  thine  appointed  rite. 

2  Descend,  descend,  celestial  Dove, 
On  these  dear  followers  of  the  Lord  ; 
Exalted  Head  of  all  the  church, 
Thy  promised  aid  to  them  afford. 

3  Let  faith,  assisted  now  by  signs, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  explore  ; 
And,  washed  in  thy  redeeming  blood, 
Let  them  depart,  and  sin  no  more. 

Beddome. 

742 

1  How  blest  the  hour  when  first  we  gave 
Our  guilty  souls  to  thee,  O  God ; 

A  cheerful  sacrifice  of  love, 
Bought   with   the    Saviour's    precious 
blood. 

2  How  blest  the  vow  we  here  record  ! 
How  blest  the  grace  we  now  receive  ! 
Buried  in  baptism  with  our  Lord, 
New  lives  of  holiness  to  live. 

3  How  blest  the  solemn  rite  that  seals 
Our  death  to  sin,  our  guilt  forgiven  j— 
How  blest  the  emblem  that  reveals 
God  reconciled,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

4  Thus  through  the  emblematic  grave 
The  glorious,  suffering  Saviour  trod  ; 
Thou  art  our  pattern,  through  the  wave 
We -follow  thee,  blest  Son  of  God. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


294 


THE     CHURCH 


M'COSKRY.       C.   M. 


W.    NORRIS. 


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2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus 

lead, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  he  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duties,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not ;"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Inimanuel's  land. 

4  And,  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 
"Hinder    me     not,"    come,    welcome, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee.  [death  ; 

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744 

\   Buried  beneath  the  yielding  wave 
The  great  Redeemer  lies  ; 
Faith  views  him  in  the  watery  grave, 
And  thence  beholds  him  rise. 

?.   Thus  do  his  willing  saints,  to-day, 
Their  ardent  zeal  express, 

And    in  the  Lord's  appointed  way, 

I-ulfill  all  righteousness. 


3  With  joy  we  in  his  footsteps  tread, 
And  would  his  cause  maintain, — 
Like  him  be  numbered  with  the  dead, 
And  with  him  rise  and  reign. 

Beddome. 

745 

i  While  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine, 
We  yield  our  spirits  now, 
Shine  o'er  the  waters,  Dove  divine, 
And  seal  the  cheerful  vow. 

2  All  glory  be  to  him  whose  life 

For  ours  was  freely  given, 
Who  aids  us  in  the  spirit's  strife, 
And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven. 

3  To  thee  we  gladly  now  resign 

Our  life  and  all  our  powers; 
Accept  us  in  this  rite  divine, 

And  bless  these  hallowed  hours. 

1   I  >h,  may  we  die  to  earth  and  sin, 
Beneath  the  mystic  Hood  ! 
And  when  we  rise,  may  we  begin 
To  live  anew  for  God.         s  F.  Smith 


BAPTISM. 


295 


BOARDMAN.       C.  M. 


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2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  all  its  shame  despised  ? 
And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  baptized  ? 

3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed 
That's  worthy  of  my  God  ? 

4  O  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays  ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 

In  thy  delightful  Ways.  Fellows. 

1M 

1  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Saviour  goes. 

To  do  his  Father's  will ; 
His  breast  with  sacred  ardor  glows, 
Each  precept  to  fulfill. 

2  Behold  him  buried  in  the  flood, 

The  emblem  of  his  grave, 
Who,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 
Came  down  a  world  to  save. 

3  As  from  the  water  he  ascends, 

What  miracles  appear ! 
God,  with  a  voice,  his  Son  commends  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  hear. 

4  Hear  it,  ye  Christians,  and  rejoice ; 

Let  this  your  courage  raise  ; 
What  God  approves,bethis  your  choice, 
And  glory  in  his  ways.        s.  Deacon. 


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In  this  baptismal  sign  ; 
'Tis  he  whose  voice  on  Jordan's  shore 
Proclaimed  the  Son  divine. 

2  The  Father  owned  him ;  let  our  breath 

In  answering  praise  ascend, 
As  in  the  image  of  his  death 
We  own  our  heavenly  Friend. 

3  We  seek  the  consecrated  grave 

Along  the  path  he  trod  : 
Receive  us  in  the  hallowed  wave, 
Thou  holy  Son  of  God. 

4  Let  earth  and  heaven  our  zeal  record, 

And  future  witness  bear 
That  we  to  Zion's  mighty  Lord 
Our  full  allegiance  swear. 

Saffery. 

749 

1  O  Lord,  we  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 

With  joy  thy  cause  maintain  ; 
Like  Jesus  numbered  with  the  dead,     ( 
Like  him  we  rise  and  reign. 

2  Down  to  the  hallowed  grave  we  go, 

Obedient  to  thy  word  ; 
'Tis  thus  the  world  around  shall  know 
We're  buried  with  the  Lord. 

3  'Tis  thus  we  bid  its  pomps  adieu, 

And  boldly  venture  in  : 
Oh,  may  we  rise  to  live  anew, 

And  only  die  to  sin  !      eng  Bap.  Coll. 


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2  How  fair,  along  the  rippling  wave, 

The  radiant  light  is  cast ! — 
A  symbol  of  the  mystic  grave 

Through  which  the  Saviour  passed. 

3  Around  this  scene  of  sacred  love 

The  peace  of  heaven  is  shed  : 
So  came  the  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  on  Jesus'  head. 

4  Lord,  meet  us  in  this  path  of  thine; 

We  come  thy  rite  to  seal ; 
Move  o'er  the  waters,  Dove  divine, 
And  all  thy  grace  reveal,    s.  F.  Smith. 

751 

1  Meekly  in  Jordan's  holy  stream 

The  great  Redeemer  bowed  ; 
Bright  was  the  glory's  sacred  beam 
That  hushed  the  wondering  crowd. 

2  Thus  God  descended  to  approve 

The  died  that  Christ  had  done  ; 
Thus  came  the  emblematic  Dove, 
And  hovered  o'er  the  Son. 

3  So,  blessed  Spirit,  come  to-day 

To  our  baptismal  scene  ; 
Lei  thoughts  of  earth  be  far  away, 
And  ever)'  mind  serene. 

4  This  day  we  give  to  holy  joy  ; 

This  day  to  heaven  belongs  ; 


Raised  to  new  life,  we  will  employ 
In  melody  our  tongues.      s.  F.  Smith. 
752 

1  Almighty  Saviour,  here  we  stand, 

Ranged  by  the  water  side  ; 
Hither  we  come  at  thy  command, 
To  wait  upon  thy  bride. 

2  Thy  footsteps  marked  this  humble  way 

For  all  that  love  thy  cause ; 
Lord,  thy  example  we  obey, 
And  glory  in  the  cross. 

3  Our  dearest  Lord,  we'll  follow  thee, 

Where'er  thou  lead'st  the  way, 
Through  floods,  through  flames,  through 
death's  dark  vale, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

753 

1  Constrained  by  love,  we  lollow  where 

Our  Saviour  leads  the  way  ; 
His  blest  example  is  our  law, — 
That  law  we  love  t'  obey. 

2  He  as  our  pattern  bowed  his  head 

In  Jordan's  yielding  wave, 
We,  in  his  footsteps,  joy  fill  tread, 

We  seek  his  liquid  grave. 
;  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 

Thy  grace  to  us  be  given  : 
To  a  new  life  our  souls  incline, 

A  life  for  God,  and  heaven. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


BAPTISM, 


297 


BROWN.       C.   M. 


W11.  B.  Bradbury 


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2  The  pure  and  bright  baptismal  flood — 

The  type  of  cleansing  plain  ; 
New  creatures,  from  the  yielding  wave 
With  Christ  we  rise  again. 

3  Thrice  blest,  if,  thro'  this  world  of  sin, 

And  lust,  and  selfish  care, 
Our  resurrection-mantle  white 
And  undefiled  we  wear. 

4  Thrice  blest,  if,  thro'  the  gate  of  death, 

Glorious  at  last  and  free, 
We  to  our  joyful  rising  pass, 
O  Risen  Lord,  with  thee. 

'  J.  M.  Neale. 

755 

1  We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  thee, 

Inspired  with  thine  own  breath, 
To  live  thy  life,  O  Lord,  and  be 
Baptized  into  thy  death. 

2  Thy  death  to  sin  we  die  below, 

But  we  shall  rise  in  love ; 
We  here  are  planted  in  thy  woe, 
But  we  shall  bloom  above. 

3  Above  we  shall  thy  glory  share, 

As  we  thy  cross  have  borne  ; 
E'en  we  shall  crowns  of  honor  wear 
When  we  the  thorns  have  worn. 

4  Thy  crown  of  thorns  is  all  our  boast, 

While  now  we  fall  before 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Gnosr, 
And  tremble,  love,  adoie. 


756 


1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  and  in  thy  aid 

I  place  my  firmest  trust : 
How  large  the  price  thy  love  has  paid 
For  vile,  polluted  dust ! 

2  In  thine  assembly  now  I  stand  ; 

My  vows  to  thee  I  bring, 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

3  I  stand  before  the  sacred  flood  ; 

Thy  gracious  words  invite  : 
How  poor  an  offering,  O  my  God, 
I  make  thee  in  this  rite  ! 

4  Thine  ordinance,  great  Saviour,  bless. 

Support  me  all  my  duvs  ; 
May  I  each  gospe'i  truth  confess, 
And  walk  in  all  thy  ways. 

757 

1  Welcome,  G  Saviour !  to  my  heart , 
Possess  thine  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 
2.  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake — 
To  thee,  I  all  resign  ; 
My  longing  heart,  O  Jesus  !  take> 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 
3  Oh  !  may  I  never  turn  aside, 
Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide — 

I  give  it  all  tO  thee.  H.  Bourne. 


298 


THE     CHURCH, 


PURVES.       S.   M. 


G.    KlNGSLEY. 


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2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When    martyred    saints,   baptized    in 
blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord  !  may  that  grace  be  ours  ; 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here  ! 

5  Enough,  if  thou  at  last 

The  word  of  blessing  give, 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live  ! 

6  All  glory,  Lord,  to  thee, 

Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  forevermore. 

Ukkky  \V    B.\K2R. 


759 

1  To  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 

And  listen  all  the  day 
To  words  of  truth  and  grace,  is  sweet, 
But  sweeter  to  obey. 

2  'Tis  excellent  to  know, 

But  oh  !  diviner  still, 
To  do  what  God  enjoins,  and  so 
All  righteousness  fulfill. 

3  The  least  of  his  commands 

In  any  wise  to  break, 
Is  like  the  attempt  of  impious  hands 
His  very  throne  to  shake. 

4  Without  defect  or  flaw, 

Fit,  holy,  just,  and  good, 
We  may  not  change  in  aught  his  law, 
Nor  would  we  if  we  could. 

5  The  time  this  rite  was  done 

To  speak  the  Father  seized ; — 
"  Lo  !  this  is  my  Beloved  Son 
In  whom  I  am  well  pleased." 

6  The  buried  Christ  arose: 

So  here,  in  figure  plain, 
O'er  our  dead  selves  the  waters  close ; 
We  die,  but  live  again.  a.  Coles 


BAPTISM. 


299 


ADRIAN 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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On  thee,  on  thee  alone, 

Our  hope  and  faith  rely, 
O  thou  who  didst  for  sin  atone, 

Who  didst  for  sinners  die. 
We  trust  thy  sacrifice  ; 

To  thy  dear  cross  we  flee  : 
Oh,  may  we  die  to  sin,  and  rise 

To  life  and  bliss  in  thee. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


Down  to  the  sacred  wave 

The  Lord  of  life  was  led  : 
And  he  who  came  our  souls  to  save 

In  Jordan  bowed  his  head. 
He  taught  the  solemn  way ; 

He  fixed  the  holy  rite  ; 
He  bade  his  ransomed  ones  obey, 

And  keep  the  path  of  light. 
Blest  Saviour,  we  will  tread 

In  thy  appointed  way  ; 
Let  glory  o'er  these  scenes  be  shed, 

And  smile  on  us  to-day.      s.  f.  Smith. 

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762 


Choose  ye  his  cross  to  bear, 
Who  bowed  to  Jordan's  wave  ? — 

Clad  in  his  armor  will  ye  dare 
In  faith,  a  watery  grave  ? 

All  hail !  ye  blessed  band, 
Shrink  not  to  do  his  will : 


In  deep  humility,  this  work 
Of  righteousness  fulfill ; — 

Tread  in  his  steps, — with  prayer, 
Invoke  his  Spirit  free, 

And  as  he  burst  the  gates  of  death, 
So  may  your  rising  be. 


763 


L.  H.  SlGOURNEY. 


Here,  Saviour,  we  do  come, 

In  thine  appointed  way  ; 
Obedient  to  thy  high  commands, 

Our  solemn  vows  we  pay. 
Oh,  bless  this  sacred  rite, 

To  bring  us  near  to  thee  ! 
And  may  we  find  that  as  our  day 

Our  strength  shall  also  be. 

Eng.  Bap.  Coll. 


764- 


Saviour,  thy  law  we  love, 

Thy  pure  example  bless, 
And,  with  a  firm,  unwavering  zeal, 

Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 
Not  to  the  fiery  pains 

By  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Not  to  the  scourge,  the  thorn,  the  cross, 

Our  favored  feet  are  led  : 
But,  at  this  peaceful  tide, 

Assembled  in  thy  fear, 
The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 

We  humbly  offer  here.  £.  h.  Sigourney. 


300 


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GRATITUDE.       L.   M. 


T.  IIastincs. 


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4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 
Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 
Oh  may  we  all  together  meet 
Around  the  throne  of  Gocl  above  ! 

Kelly. 
767 

1  Kindred  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  Christians  meet  together  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns,  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffered  for  us  here  below ; — 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus, — as  the  moments  pass  away, — 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore, 
And  hasten  to  the  glorious  day 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Newton. 


765 


2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  watchful  love,  what  holy  feai  ! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
'Midst  nature's  drooping,  sick'ning  fire: 
Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 

Mis.  Barbauld. 
766 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  bid  thee  come  ; 
No  more  thy  feet  shall  roam  abroad, 
Henceforth  a  brother,— welcome  home. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  can  not  afford, 
We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 
We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
We'll    share   each    other's    hopes    and 

fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 


FELLOWSHIP, 
ARLINGTON.       C.  M. 


301 

Dr.  Arne. 


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2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little,  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ■ 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee,  God  ! 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When    all   thy   sparkling   gems   shall 
shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own  : 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We,  sinners  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face  !         miller. 


769 


Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 

And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 
20 


Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  ; 

One  church  above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 

The  narrow  stream — of  death. 

One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow  ; 

Part   of    the   host    have   crossed   the 
flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  : 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die. 

E'en  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 
With  those  that  went  before, 

And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands 
On  the  eternal  shore. 

Oh !    that   we   now  might   grasp  our 
Guide, 

Oh  !  that  the  word  were  given  ! 
Come,  Lord  of  hosts,  the  waves  divide, 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 

C.  Wesley. 


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3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love ! 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream 

Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love.        swain. 

771 

1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 

And  saved  by  grace  alone  : 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, — 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  : 


We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  j — 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 
From  thence  our  spirits  rise  : 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley- 
772 

1  Hail,  sweetest,  clearest  tie,  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ; 
Hail,  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wint'ry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  our  cot ; 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 
Be  cast  our  distant  lot: 

3  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  love  immortal  glows. 

4  ()  sacred  hope!   0  blissful  hope! 

Whirl)  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The   hope,  when    days  and   years   are 
past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven.    Bottom 


FELLOWSHIP. 


303 


HEBER 


George  Kingsley. 


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2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee  : 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 

3  Come  with  us, — we  will  do  thee  good, 

As  God  to  us  hath  done  ; 
Stand  but  in  him,  as  those  have  stood 
Whose  faith  the  victory  won. 

4  And  when,  by  turns,  we  pass  away, 

As  star  by  star  grows  dim, 

May  each,  translated  into  day 

Be  lost  and  found  in  him. 

Montgomery. 

774 

1  Lord,  thou  on  earth  didst  love  thine 

Didst  love  them  to  the  end  ;     [own, 
Oh,  still  from  thy  celestial  throne, 
Let  gifts  of  love  descend  ! 

2  The  love  the  Father  bears  to  thee, 

His  owm  eternal  Son, 
Fill  all  thy  saints,  till  all  shall  be 
In  pure  affection  one. 

3  One  blessed  fellowship  of  love, 

Thy  living  church  should  stand, 
Till,  faultless,  she  at  last  above 
Shall  shine  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  Oh,  glorious  day,  when  she,  the  Bride, 

With  her  dear  Lord  appears  ! 
Then  robed  in  beauty  at  his  side, 
She  shall  forget  her  tears. 

Ray  Palmer. 


77S 

1  Bless'd  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  Spirit  to  our  head, 

Where  he  appoints,  we  go ; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart — 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore, 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
And  we  shall  part  no  more. 


776 


C.  Wesley. 


Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  Cross, 

As  earthly  hopes  remove, 
His  new  commandment  Jesus  gives, 

His  blessed  word  of  Love. 
Oh,  bond  of  union  strong  and  deep ! 

Oh,  bond  of  perfect  peace  ! 
Not  e'en  the  lifted  cross  can  harm, 

If  we  but  hold  to  this. 
Then,  Jesus,  be  thy  Spirit  ours  ! 

And  swift  our  feet  shall  move 
To  deeds  of  pure  self-sacrifice, 

And  the  sweet  tasks  of  love. 

Longfellow. 


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2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  are  united  in  love  : 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  Then  why  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again? 


Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

Oh,  when  shall  we  see  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

Set  free  from  these  prisons  of  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love  ! 

With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see, 

And  sing,  Hallelujah  !  amen  ! 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 

Dr.  T.  Baldwin. 


SAY,    BROTHERS. 


I.  Say,  broth-  ers,  will     you     meet     us, 
Cho.  Glory,  glo  -  ry,     hal  -    le   -     lu  -    jah, 


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778 

?.   By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. — Cho. 


3  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. — Cho. 


FELLOWSHIP. 


305 


BOYLSTON.       S.  M. 


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2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity.  Fawcett. 


780 


And  are  we  yet  alive 

To  see  each  other's  face? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 

For  his  redeeming  grace. 
What  troubles  have  we  seen  ! 

What  conflicts  have  we  past ! 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last ! 


3  But  out  of  all,  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  his  love  ; 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford, 
And  hides  our  life  above. 

4  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 
Till  we  can  sin  no  more. 

5  Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain  ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 
So  we  may  Jesus  gain..        c.  Wesley. 


78 


Once  more  before  we  part, 
Oh,  bless  the  Saviour's  name ! 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came, 
That  blessing  still  impart ; 

We  meet  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

Still  on  thy  holy  word 

We'll  live,  and  feed,  and  grow, 
And  still  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practise  what  we  know. 

Now,  Lord,  before  we  part, 
Help  us  to  bless  thy  name  ; 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

Hart 


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When  shall  we  meet  again? 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 

Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 

Never — no,  never  ! 

When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever? 

Where  the  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 
Never  —no,  never  ! 


3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever; 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never, — no,  never! 

Alaric  A.  Watts. 


THE     LORD'S     SUPPER, 

WINDHAM.       L.  M. 


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2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and 

brake ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake! 

3  "This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  ) 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the 

wine ; 
'"Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

WILMOT.       7s. 


4  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  till  time  shall 

end, 
In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate ; 

We    show    thy   death,   we    sing    thy 

name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts. 
Arranged  by  L.  Mason. 


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With  this    true    and      liv  -  ing  bread  ! 


2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ■ 
Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 


Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  oh,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  in  thee  !    conder. 


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THE  CHURCH. 


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2  We  come  to  show  thy  dying  hour, 
Thy  streaming  vein,  thy  broken  flesh  ; 
And  still  that  blood  is  warm  to  save, 
And  still  thy  fragrant  wounds  are  fresh. 

3  O  Heart,  that  with  a  double  tide 
Of  blood  and  water,  maketh  pure  ! 
O  Flesh,  once  offered  on  the  cross, 
The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure  ! 

4  Let  nevermore  our  sinful  souls 
The  anguish  of  thy  cross  renew  ; 
Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails 

That  pierced  thy  victim  body  through ! 

5  Come,  Bread  of  heav'n,  to  feed  our 

souls ! 
O  blessed  Jesus,  enter  in  ! 
Come,  Wine  of  God  !  and  as  we  drink. 
Thy  precious  blood  wash  out  our  sin  ! 


786 


C.  F.  Alexander. 


3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 
And  fling  their  scandals  on  the  cause  ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

Watts. 


787 


i  At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast  ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  hoard, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died  : 
We  hope  for  heavenly  <  rowns  above. 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 


1  Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we 

have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  joys  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem, 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

Watts. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
ROLLAND.   L.  M. 


309 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


i.  O  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more  The  Friend  who  all  thy  sorrows  bore  ;  Let  every  i  -  dol 
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788 

2  Renounce   thy  works  and  ways,  with 

grief, 
And  fly  to  this  divine  relief; 
Nor  him  forget,  who  left  his  throne, 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  his  own. 

3  Eternal  truth  and  mercy  shine 
In  him,  and  he  himself  is  thine : 
And  canst  thou,  then,  with  sin  beset, 
Such  charms,  such  matchless  charms, 

forget  ? 

4  Oh,  no  ;  till  life  itself  depart, 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  warm  my 

heart ; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  I'll  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


789 


Krishna  Pal. 


Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near, 
With  peace  and  gladness  on  thy  wing ; 
Reveal  the  Saviour's  presence  here, 
And  light,  and  life,  and  comfort  bring. 

"  Eat,  O  my  friends — drink,  O  beloved !" 
We  hear  the  Master's  voice  exclaim : 
Our  hearts  with  new  desire  are  moved, 
And  kindled  with  a  heavenly  flame. 

No  room  for  doubt,  no  room  for  dread, 
Nor  tears,  nor  groans,  nor  anxious  sighs ; 
We  do  not  mourn  a  Saviour  dead, 
Eut  hail  him  living  in  the  skies  ! 

A.  R.  W. 


790 

1  Amidst  us  our  Beloved  stands, 
And  bids  us  view  his  pierced  hands  ; 
Points  to  the  wounded  feet  and  side, 
Blest  emblems  of  the  crucified. 

2  What  food  luxurious  loads  the  board, 
When  at  his  table  sits  the  Lord ! 

The  wine    how   rich,   the   bread    how 

sweet, 
When    Jesus    deigns   the    guests    to 

meet. 

3  If  now,  with  eyes  defiled  and  dim, 
We  see  the  signs,  but  see  not  him, 
Oh  may  his  love  the  scales  displace, 
And  bid  us  see  him  face  to  face. 

Spurgeom. 

791 

1  My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread, 
And  doth  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow ! 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  all  thy  sweetness  know. 

2  Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 
Rich  banquet  of  his  Flesh  and  Blood  I 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 

3  Oh  let  thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnished  well  with  joyful  guests  ; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

Doddridge. 


310  THE  CHURCH, 

FEDERAL  STREET.   L.  M. 


Oliver. 


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I      live    in  him,    my      liv  -  ing    Head,    Who  died,  and  rose   a  -   gain    for      me. 


792 

2  This  be  my  joy  and  comfort  here, 
This  pledge  of  future  glory  mine  : 
Jesus,  in  spirit  now  appear, 

And  break  the  bread,  and  pour  the  wine. 

3  From  thy  dear  hand,  may  I  receive 
The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love, 
And,  while  I  feast  on  earth,  believe 
That  I  shall  feast  with  thee  above. 

Montgomery. 

793 

1  Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death, 
One  in  our  hope  of  rest  above, 
One  in  our  joy,  our  trust,  our  faith, 
One  in  each  other's  faithful  love ; 

2  Yet  must  we  part,  and  parting  weep ; 
What  else  has  earth  for  us  in  store  ? 
Our  farewell    pangs,  how  sharp    and 

deep  ! 
Our  farewell  words,  how  sad  and  sore  ! 

3  Yet  shall  we  meet  again  in  peace, 
To  sing  the  song  of  festal  joy, 
Where  none    shall    bid   our  gladness 

cease, 
And  none  our  fellowship  destroy: 

4  Where  none  shall  beckon  us  away, 
Nor  bid  our  festival  be  done  ; 
Our  meeting-time  the  eternal  day, 

( >ur  meeting  place  the  eternal  throne. 

5  There,  hand  in  hand, firm-linked  at  last, 
And  heart  to  heart  enfolded  all, 


We'll  smile  upon  the  troubled  past, 
And  wonder  why  we  wept  at  all. 

BONAR. 

794- 

1  O  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 

Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus,  inspired  with  holy  fear, 
Before  thy  table  kneel. 

2  Here  may  thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  thy  love  ; 
The  streams  that   through  the  desert 
The  manna  from  above.  [flow, 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat,  the  body  of  the  Lord  ; 
Our  drink,  his  precious  blood. 

OSLER. 

795* 

1  Around  thy  table,  holy  Lord, 

In  fellowship  we  meet ; 
Obedient  to  thy  blest  command, 
This  feast  of  love  to  eat. 

2  By  faith  we  take  the  bread  of  life, 

With  which  our  souls  are  fed ; 
And  cup,  in  token  of  thy  blood 
That  was  for  sinners  shed. 

3  Under  thy  banner  thus  we  sing 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  we  anticipate  by  faith, 
The  heavenly  feast  above,    cotterhx. 

*  Sing  to  Dundee. 


THE     LORD'S     SUPPER. 
DUNDEE.       C.  M. 


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2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries,  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? " 

3  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When   thousands    make    a   wretched 
choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?  " 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the 

feast. 
That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

Watts. 

797 

1  Opprest    with    noon-day's    scorching 
heat, 
To  yonder  cross  I  flee  ; 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat : 
No  shade  like  this  for  me  ! 

1  Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst — 
A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 


And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst 
No  spring  like  this  for  me  ! 

3  A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 

Beneath  this  spreading  tree  ; 
Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent: 
No  home  like  this  for  me  ! 

4  For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place, 

Beside  that  cross  I  see  ; 

I  here  cast  off  my  weariness  : 

No  rest  like  this  for  me  ! 

BONAR. 


798 


i  Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast — 
The  earnest  of  thy  love — 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  And  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share, 
Nor  at  the  banquet-board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer ; — 

3  Forget  us  not, — when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste. 

4  Forget  not, — thou  who  bore  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, — 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below 
Have  thus  remembered  thee. 

SlGOURNEY. 


312 


THE     CHURCH 


HELENA.       C.  M. 


VVm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair? 

3  Gethsemane,  can  we  forget — 

Thy  struggling  agony — 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 

4  Can  we  the  crown  of  thorns  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame  ; 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name  ? 


5  The  nails,  the  spear,  can  we  forget ; 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"  My  God  !  my  Father  !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die  ?  " 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  he  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

7  Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee  : 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid — 
Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

W.  Mitchell. 


REMEMBRANCE.       C.  M. 


Scottish. 


i.  Je-sus  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget,     And  nev-er  bring  to  mind    The  grace  that  paid  our 


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1  If  human  kindness  meets  return,. 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  : 

2  Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  ! 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  thee  !  thy  death,  thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name, 
But  his  recorded  there  ! 

Noel. 
8OI 

i  Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
To  feed  on  food  divine  : 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow : 

Oh,  what  delightful  food  ! 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

3  Deep  was  the  suffering  he  endured 

Upon  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
"  For  me,"  each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
"  Twas  all  endured  for  me." 

4  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 

Dear  Saviour — so  divine  : 
Well  thou  mayst  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

Stennett. 

802 

1  With  humble  faith,  and  thankful  heart, 
Lord,  I  accept  thy  love  : 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  I  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  ! 


2  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 

Join  all  your  raptured  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

3  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee  ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

Stennett. 


803 


i  Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome  place  ; — 

2  We,  who  were  all  defiled  with  sin, 

And  rebels  to  our  God  ; 
We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  we,  so  lost,  have  room  ! 
Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 
And  freely  bids  us  come. 

Stennett. 
804 

1  Let  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 

Be  banished  from  the  heart, 
The  Saviour's  love  fill  every  breast, 
And  life  and  light  impart. 

2  He  knows  how  frail  our  nature  is, 

Our  souls  how  apt  to  stray  ; 
How  much  we  need  his  gracious  help 
To  keep  us  in  the  way  ! 

3  These  faithful  pledges  of  his  love 

His  mercy  did  ordain, 
To  bring  refreshment  to  our  souls, 
And  faith  and  hope  sustain. 

4  Since  such  his  condescending  grace, 

Let  us,  with  hearts  sincere, 
Obedient  to  his  holy  will, 
His  table  now  draw  near. 


314  THE    CHURCH, 

THATCHER.       S.  M. 


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805 


2  That  blood  which  flowed  for  sin, 

In  symbol  here  we  see, 
And  feel  the  blessed  pledge  within, 
That  we  are  loved  of  thee. 

3  Oh,  if  this  glimpse  of  love 

Be  so  divinely  sweet, 
What  will  it  be,  my  Lord,  above, 
Thy  gladdening  smile  to  meet ! 

4  To  see  thee  face  to  face, 

Thy  perfect  likeness  wear, 
And  all  thy  ways  of  wondrous  grace 
Through  endless  years  declare  ! 

806 

1  Jesus  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  Thus  do  the  bread  and  wine 

Revive  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 

And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he,  the  First-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 

His  glorious  Name  to  raise  ; 


Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise.       Watts. 

807 

1  Jesus,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word, 
And  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  Thus  we  remember  thee, 

And  take  this  bread  and  wine 
As  thine  own  dying  legacy, 
And  our  redemption's  sign. 

3  Thy  presence  makes  the  feast; 

Now  let  our  spirits  feel 
The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  joy  unspeakable. 

4  With  high  and  heavenly  bliss 

Thou  dost  our  spirits  cheer  ; 
Thy  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  thou  hast  brought  us  here. 

5  Now  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  manna  from  above, 
And  over  us  thy  banner  spread 
Of  everlasting  love.  c.  Wesley 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity ! 


THE     LORD'S     SUPPER. 


MOUNT     EPHRAIM.       S.  M 


315 

MlLGROVE. 


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2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure ; 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and 
sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall  "Abba,  Father  !  "  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own.      watts. 


809 


1  A  parting  hymn  we  sing, 

Around  thy  table,  Lord, 
Again  our  grateful  tribute  bring, 
Our  solemn  vows  record. 

2  Here  have  we  seen  thy  face, 

And  felt  thy  presence  here, 
So  may  the  savor  of  thy  grace 
In  word  and  life  appear. 


3  The  purchase  of  thy  blood — 

By  sin  no  longer  led — 
The  path  our  dear  Redeemer  trod 
May  we  rejoicing  tread. 

4  In  self-forgetful  love 

Be  our  communion  shown, 
Until  we  join  the  church  above, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 

8lO 

1  Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine, 

By  everlasting  bands  ; 
Our  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  resign 
Entirely  to  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever-growing  zeal  • 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  prevail ! 

3  The  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head ; 
Shall  form  in  us  thine  image  bright, 
And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 

Doddridge. 


316  THE     CHURCH. 

ROSEFIELD.       7s.     6  lines. 


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2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast? 

Hush  !  be  every  murmur  dumb  ; 
It  is  only  "Till  he  come." 

3  Clouds  and  conflicts  round  us  press  ; 
Would  we  have  one  sorrow  less  ? 

All  the  sharpness  of  the  cross, 


All  that  tells  the  world  is  loss, 
Death  and  darkness  and  the  tomb 
Only  whisper,  "Till  he  come.'' 

4  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread  ■ 
Drink  the  wine  and  break  the  bread  ; 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  his  heavenly  board  ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some    — 
Severed  only  "till  he  come." 

E.  W.  BlCKEKSTmi. 


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1  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstacy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 


3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, .' 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. ' 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ;  ' 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary ! 

Montgomery, 


MEMORIAL.      9s  &  8s. 


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1  Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken, 

Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead : 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 

Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


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318  THE  CHURCH. 

GOLGOTHA.   8s  &   7s 


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2  Behold  the  Saviour's  agony — 
While  groaning  in  Gethsemane, 
Beneath  the  sins  of  men. 

Cho. — How  can  I  forget  thee?  etc. 

3  With  purple  robe,  and  thorny  crown, 
And  mocking  soldiers — bowing  down, 
The  Saviour  bears  my  shame. 

Cho. — How  can  I  forget  thee?  etc. 

4  TJchold,  they  shed  his  precious  blood, 
Oh  !  hear  him  cry,  "  My  God,  my  God, 
Hast  thou  forsaken  me?" 

Cho  — How  can  I  forget  thee?  etc. 

5  He  died  ;  the  earth  was  rob'd  in  gloom, 
They  laid  him  then  in  Joseph's  tomb, 


While  soldiers  watched  around. 
Cho. — How  can  I  forget  thee  ?  etc. 

6  But  in  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
Bright  angels  rolled  the  rock  away, 
And  Christ  the  conqueror  rose. 

Cho. — How  can  I  forget  thee  ?  etc. 

7  Soon   he  who  once  was   scourged  and 

bound, 
Shall  come  again  with  glory  crowned, 
And  reign  forevermore. 

Cho. — How  can  I  forget  thee?  etc. 

8  His  saints  shall  crown  him  Lord  of  all  j 
Before  him  every  foe  shall  fall, 

And  every  knee  shall  bow. 

Cho. — How  can  I  forget  thee  ?  etc. 

H    L.  HaSTtwos, 


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2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4.  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 

Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  thy  Name  : 

Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 
All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 


Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 
None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

Newtoj*. 
8l6 

i  Lo  !  he  comes  !  let  all  adore  him  ! 

Tis  the  God  of  grace  and  truth ! 
Go !  prepare  the  way  before  him, 

Make  the  rugged  places  smooth': 
Lo  !  he  comes,  the  mighty  Lord  ! 
Great  his  work,  and  his  reward. 

2  Let  the  valleys  all  be  raised  ; 

Go,  and  make  the  crooked  straight ; 
Let  the  mountains  be  abased  ;    . 

Let  all  nature  change  its  state  ; 
Through  the  desert  mark  a  road, 
Make  a  highway  for  our  God. 

3  Through  the  desert  God  is  going, 

Through  the  desert  waste  and  wild, 
Where  no  goodly  plant  is  growing, 

Where  no  verdure  ever  smiled  : 
But  the  desert  shall  be  glad, 
And  with  verdure  soon  be  clad. 

Kelly. 


320  THE     CHURCH 

STEPHENS.       C.  M. 


Jones. 


i    Plant  -  ed        in    Christ,  the      liv  -  ing    vine,      This    day,     with  one      ac  -  cord, 


Our-selves,  with  hum  -  ble      faith    and    joy,        We     yield      to      thee, 


O      Lord. 


817 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  ; 

One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart ;  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Complete  in  us,  whom  grace  hath  called, 

Thy  glorious  work  begun, 
O  thou,  in  whom  the  church  on  earth 
And  church  in  heaven  are  one. 

5  Around  this  feeble,  trusting  band 

Thy  sheltering  pinions  spread, 
Nor  let  the  storms  of  trial  beat 
Too  fiercely  on  our  head. 

6  Then,  when,  among  the  saints  in  light, 

Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Sh  ill  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine. 

S.  F.  Smith. 
8l8 

1  Behold  the  sure  foundation-stone, 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Ch  >sen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

Let  saints  adore  the  name  ; 


They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  with- 

stood, 
Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 
Tis  thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes,    watts. 


819 


1  Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again, 

With  thy  converting  power; 

The  fields  of  Zion  thirst  for  rain, 

O  send  a  gracious  shower  ! 

2  Our  hearts  are  filled  with  sore  distress, 

While  sinners  all  around 
Are  pressing  on  to  endless  death, 
And  no  relief  is  found. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  come  with  quickening 

power, 
Thy  mourning  people  cry  ; 
Salvation  bring  in  mercy's  hour, 
Nor  let  the  sinner  die. 

4  Once  more  letconverts  throng  thyhouse, 

And  shouts  of  victory  raise  ; 
Then  shall  our  griefs  he  turned  to  joy, 
And  sighs  to  songs  of  praise. 

COLVKR. 


WELFARE. 


321 


ST.    ANN'S.       C.  M. 


Dr.  Croft. 


1.  Oh,  where  are     kings  and      em-  pires 


Of       old    that    went    and    came? 


820 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong  ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God  ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threat- 
ening her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad. 
4.  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 

A.  C.  Coxe. 

821 

1  Oh,  how  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord, 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive, 
By  his  all-quickening  word. 

2  The  parent  views,  with  joyful  eyes, 

His  now  returning  son, 
And,  lost  in  grateful  rapture,  cries, 
What  hath  the  Saviour  done  ! 

3  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  the  word  receive  ; 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice 
And  in  his  name  believe. 

4  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing  ; 


They  glorify  the  grace  divine, 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

HOSKINS. 
822 

i  Church  of  the  ever-living  God, 
The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth 
How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ! 

2  A  little  flock  ! — so  calls  he  thee 

Who  bought  thee  with  his  blood  ; 
A  little  flock,  disowned  of  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 

3  Not  many  rich  or  noble  called, 

Not  many  great  or  wise  ; 
They  whom  God  makes  his  kings  and 
priests 
Are  poor  in  human  eyes. 

4  But  the  chief  Shepherd  comes  at  length; 

Their  feeble  days  are  o'er, 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  little  flock  no  more. 

5  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns, 

Weary  and  faint  and  few  ; 
But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaver, 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

6  Then  entering  th'  eternal  halls, 

In  robes  of  victory, 
That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 
The  joyous  jubilee.  Poxar. 


32- 


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CLIFFORD.       C.  M. 


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2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  clay  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south — "Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north  !" 

4  They  come,  they  come  ; — thine  exiled 

bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 

And  everlasting  joy.  Montgomery. 

824 

1  Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 

In  latter  clays,  shall  rise 
On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  tin's  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"And  to  his  house  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Sh  ill  lighten  every  land  ; 


M.  Bruce. 


The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts, 
Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

825 

1  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice — 

Behold  the  promised  hour! 
Her  God    hath    heard  her    mourning 
voice, 
And  comes  to  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  frees  the  soul  condemned  to  death, 

Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

5  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  nations  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 


WELFARE. 


PHUVAH.       C.  M. 


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3  Before  his  ever-watchful  eye 

Thy  mournful  state  appears, 
And  every  groan,  and  every  sigh, 
Divine  compassion  hears. 

4  O  Zion,  learn  to  doubt  no  more, 

Be  every  fear  suppressed  ; 
Unchanging  truth,  and  love,  and  power 
Dwell  in  thy  Saviour's  breast. 

Steele. 
828 

i  Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Behold,  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes 
Waits  to  be  owned  and  bles«t. 

2  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

Watts. 


826 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  the  great,  the  glorious  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ; 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight. 

4  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven, 
And  God,  the  Judge,  who  doth  declare 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 

5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  such  society  as  this 

Our  weary  souls  would  rest ; 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jesus  is 
Must  be  forever  blest.  Watts 

827 

1  A  mother  may  forgetful  be, 

For  human  love  is  frail ; 
But  thy  Creator's  love  to  thee, 
O  Zion,  cannot  fail. 

2  No,  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands, 

In  characters  of  love, 


324 


THE     CHURCH, 


ANVERN.       L.   M. 


Arr.  by  L.  Masoh. 


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And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread  ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer ; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair  ; 

.  Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

Doddridge. 

830     • 

1  While  to  its  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  power  ; 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp, 

I've    seen    thy    tears,    and    heard    thy 

prayer  ; 
The  winter  season  lias  been  sharp, 
Bui  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 


4  Lord  !  I  obey,  my  hopes  revive  ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing: 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 
For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

Newton. 

831 

1  When  God  descends  with  men  to  dwell, 
And  all  creation  wakes  anew, 

What  tongue  can  half  the  wonders  tell? 
What  eye  the  dazzling  glory  view  ? 

2  Zion,  the  desolate,  again 

Shall  see  her  lands  with  roses  bloom  ; 
And    Carmel's   mount,    and    Sharon's 

plain, 
Shall  yield  their  spices  and  perfume  : 

3  Celestial  streams  shall  gently  llow  ; 
The  wilderness  shall  joyful  be  ; 
Lilies  on  parched  ground  shall  grow; 
And  gladness  spring  on  every  tree  : 

4  The  weak  be  strong,  the  fearful  bold, 
The  deaf  shall  hear,  the  dumb  shall  sing, 
The  lame  shall  walk,  the  blind  behold, 
And  joy  through  all  the  earth  shall  ring: 

5  Monarchs  and  slaves  shall  meet  in  love; 
Old  pride  shall  die,  and  meekness  reign, 
When  God  descends  from  worlds  above, 
To  dwell  with  men  on  earth  again. 


WELFARE. 
STATE  STREET.   S.  M. 


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2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


833 


DWIGHT. 


i  Far  as  thy  name  is  known 

The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
The  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 
2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 


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3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Survey  with  care  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, — • 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die — 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky.         watts. 


83+ 


1  Who  can  forbear  to  sing, 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays  ? 

2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall  ? 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 
And  peace  unites  them  all  ? 

3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high,  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 
Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

Swain  ■ 


326 


THE    CHURCH. 


DETROIT.       S.   M. 


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E.  P.  Hastings. 


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2  Awake  thy  chosen  few 

To  fervent,  earnest  prayer  ; 
Again  may  they  their  vows  renew, 
Thy  blessed  presence  share. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 
And  hearts  of  adamant  will  break, 
And  rebels  will  obey. 

4  Lord,  lend  thy  gracious  ear  ; 

Oh,  listen  to  our  cry  ! 
Oh,  come  and  bring  salvation  here  ! 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely.     Mrs.  Brown. 

836 

1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress: 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 
Through  all  her  palaces  I 

4  When  kings  against  her  joined, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 


5  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

6  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair  ; 
We'll  call  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace. 
And  seek  deliverance  there,    watts. 


837 


1  Oh,  for  the  happy  hour 

When  God  will  hear  our  cry, 
And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

2  We  meet,  we  sing,  we  pray, 

We  listen  to  the  word, 
In  vain  ; — we  see  no  cheering  ray, 
No  cheering  voice  is  heard. 

3  While  many  crowd  thy  house, 

How  few,  around  thy  board, 
Meet  to  recount  their  solemn  vows, 
And  bless  thee  as  their  Lord  ! 

4  Thou,  thou  alone  canst  give 

Thy  gospel  sure  success  ; 
Canst  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  iu  holiness. 

5  Come,  then,  with  power  divine, 

Spirit  of  life  and  love  ! 
Then  shall  this  people  all  be  thine, 
This  church  like  that  above     Bbthuhs 


WELFARE. 


327 


GAYLORD.      8s  &  7s.     Double. 


Arr.  ly  J.  P.  Holbrook. 


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Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
Lord,  revive  us,  etc. 

Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 

Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  revive  us,  etc. 

Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 

And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us,  etc.       Newton. 


839 


Once,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished, 
Every  part  looked  gay  and  green ; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 


Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, — 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain ! 

0  Newton. 
84O 

1  Zion,  dreary  and  in  anguish, 

'Mid  the  desert  hast  thou  strayed ! 
Oh,  thou  weary,  cease  to  languish  * 
Jesus  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Still  lamenting  and  bemoaning, 

'Mid  thy  follies  and  thy  woes  I 
Soon  repenting  and  returning, 
All  thy  solitude  shall  close. 

3  Though  benighted  and  forsaken, 

Though  afflicted  and  distressed  ; 
His  almighty  arm  shall  waken  ; 
Zion's  King  shall  give  thee  rest. 

Hastings 


328 


THE     CHURCH 


ZION.       8s,  7s  &  4s. 


T.  Hastings. 


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2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful? 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee ; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest.  Kelly. 


842 


1  Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded — ■ 

Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  ; 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Mothers  (ease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove: 


But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3   In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 
Thence    to  bring    thee    forth    more 
bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  j 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight ; 

God  is  with  thee — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

Kelly. 


8+3 


1  See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 

Streams  of  living  water  flow  ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  world  below  ; 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way  : 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Waking  beauty  from  decay. 

Oh,  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day ! 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose  ; 
Lo  !    the  desert 

Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

Kelly. 


WELFARE. 


329 


BROOKLYN.       H.  M. 


J.    ZUNDEL. 


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2  He  gilcls  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head ; 
The  nations  round,  thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new  divinely  crowned. 

3  In  honor  to  his  name, 

Reflect  that  sacred  light  : 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright ; 
Pursue  his  praise,  till  sovereign  love, 
In  worlds  above,  the  glory  raise. 

4  There,  on  his  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And,  with  his  radiance,  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 
Wliile,  round   his  throne,  ten  thousand 

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In  nobler  spheres,  his  influence  own. 


8+5 


Doddridge. 


i  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone  ; 
On  him  alone  we  build  ; 


With  his  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled : 
On  his  great  love  our  hopes  we  place, 
Of  present  grace  and  joys  above. 

2  Oh,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 

Our  hallowed  courts  shall  ring ! 
Our  voices  we  will  raise, 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 
And  thus  proclaim  in  joyful  song, 
Both  loud  and  long,  that  glorious  Name 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  thou 

Forevermore  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh : 
In  copious  shower,  on  all  who  pray, 
Each  holy  day,  thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore, 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 

Be  with  us  evermore, — 
Until  that  day  when  all  the  blest 
To  endless  rest  are  called  away. 

Chandler. 


330  THE     CHURCH. 

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i   Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning! 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain  ; 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning, 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning, 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3  Lo!  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along  ; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing, 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in  song. 


4  See,  from  all  lands — from  the  isles  of  the  ocean, 
Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  Wgh  ; 

Fallen  arc  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 


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3  Though  with  a  Scornful  wonder 

Men  see  her  sore  opprest, 
By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distrest, 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "How  long?" 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 

3  'Mid  toil,  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  forevermore ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 


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2  Oh  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  roiling  on, 
TIil'  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ! 
"  Oil,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me ! 

Oh,  come  to  Christ  and  live  ! " 

4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul   replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim   my  mansion  there! 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and   here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where   we   shall    part   no   more. 


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NETTLETON.      Ss  &  7s. 


Dr.  Nettleton. 


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Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
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5  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
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Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


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333 


334  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

LOVING-KINDNESS.       L.   M. 


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1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great! 


3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong!     |  7 


4.  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 

Has    gathered    thick    and    thundered 
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He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  ! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail : 
(  >li,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

Then,  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies  I 

Medley. 


LOVE     AND     GRATITUDE, 
HAPPINESS.      lis  &  9s. 


335 


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When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
When  at  first  I  believed, 
What  true  joy  I  received  ! 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  sweet  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  : 

Oh,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
"He  hath  loved  me,"  I  cried, 
"He  hath  suffered  and  died 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me  !" 

C.  Wesley. 

852 

1  O  thou,  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou,  dear  Shepherd, 
Resort  with  thy  sheep, 


To  feed  them  in  pastures  of  love  • 

Say,  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  this  wilderness  rove. 

3  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone? 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone? 

4  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids, 
And  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high ! 

Their  faces  the  cherubim 

Veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

5  He  looks  !  and  ten  thousands 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 

He  speaks  !  and  eternity, 

Filled  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

6  Dear  Shepherd  !  I  hear,  and 
Will  follow  thy  call ; 

I  know  the  sweet  sound  of  thy  voice  ; 

Restore  and  defend  me, 

For  thou  art  my  all. 
And  in  thee  I  will  ever  rejoice. 

Swain. 


336  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

MADELEINE.      6s. 


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i  Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ ! 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart  ; 
They  tell  me  all  is  clone  ; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart : 

2  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Have  wept  my  guilt  away  ; 
And  turned  this  night  of  mine 
Into  a  blessed  day  : 

3  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 
The  balm  that  makes  me  whole 

4  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 
Of  sins  that  none  could  bear 
But  the  incarnate  God: 

5  Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  paid  the  ransom  due  ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 

W  luld  have  been  all  too  few: 
5  Thy  righteousness  alone 

Can  clothe  and  beautify; 
I  wrap  it  round  my  soul, 

In  this  I'll  live  and  die. 

Bonar.     Arr. 


i   I  bring  my  sins  to  thee, 
The  sins  I  cannot  count, 
That  all  may  cleansed  be 
In  thy  once-opened  fount. 

2  My  heart  to  thee  I  bring, 

The  heart  I  cannot  read, 
A  faithless,  wandering  thing, 
An  evil  heart  indeed. 

3  To  thee  I  bring  my  care, 

The  care  I  cannot  flee  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  only  share, 
But  take  it  all  for  me. 

4  I  bring  my  grief  to  thee, 

The  grief  I  cannot  tell  ; 
No  words  shall  needed  be, 
Thou  knowest  all  so  well. 

5  My  joys  to  thee  I  bring, 

The  joys  thy  love  has  given, 
That  each  may  be  a  wing 
To  lift  me  nearer  heaven. 

6  My  life  I  bring  to  thee, 

I  would  not  be  my  own  ; 

O  Saviour !  let  me  be 

Thine  ever,  thine  alone  ! 

Sunday  Mac.    Ait.ruL 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 
GERHARDT.       7s  &  6s. 


557 


J.    P.    HOLBKOOK. 


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I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 
I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline  : 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child  : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  song. 

BONAR. 


856 


O  blessed  feet  of  Jesus, 

Weary  with  seeking  me  ! 
Stand  at  God's  bar  of  judgment    . 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  knees  which  bent  in  anguish 

In  dark  Gethsemane ! 
Kneel  at  the  throne  of  glory 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  hands  that  were  extended 

Upon  the  awful  tree  ! 
Hold  up  those  precious  nail  prints 

Which  intercede  for  me. 
O  head  so  deeply  pierced 

With  thorns  which  sharpest  be  ! 
Bend  low  before  thy  Father, 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  body  scarred  and  wounded, 

My  sacrifice  to  be  ! 
Present  thy  perfect  offering 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  loving  risen  Saviour, 

From  death  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Though  throned  in  endless  glory, 

Still  intercede  for  me. 

Trans,  from  the  Italian 


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2  They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefiled  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
II  :  1  I  in  eternity. 

I  'I'll  ■.  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth  ; 
0  i  •  with  God,  with  Jesus  one  ; 


Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity.  Humphreys. 

858 

1  Now,  O  God,  thine  own  I  am  ! 

Now  I  give  thee  back  thine  own  : 
Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame, 

Consecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I  ! 
1 1  appier  still  if  thine  1  die. 

2  Take  me,  Lord,  and  all  my  powers  ; 

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All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 
All]  know,  and  all  I  feel, 

All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do — 
Take  my  soul  and  make  it  new  ! 

C.  Wesley. 


LOVE     AND     GRATITUDE. 
HALLE.       7s.     6  lines. 


339 


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2  When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall ; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink, 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

3  When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Clothed  in  beauty  not  my  own  ; 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

4  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harps'  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

McChevne. 
860 

1  Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 


Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified — 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

12  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 

Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud  ; 
But,  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light ; 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

3  Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign — 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain  ; 
But  a  night  thine  anger  burns — 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns  : 
God  of  comforts  !  bid  me  show 
To  thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 

4  When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 
Oft  by  sin  I'm  captive  led ; 
Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise — 
Jesus  comes — the  tempter  flies  : 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Weary  sinners  all  I  owe.        McCheyne. 


340 


JESUS     IS     MINE 


IE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 
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i.  Now  I  have  found  a  Friend,  Je  -  sus     is    mine  ; 


His  love  shall  never  end,       Je  -  sus     is    mine. 


861 

2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
He  will  my  faith  uphold, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
He  shall  my  wants  supply, 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Nought  can  my  hope  destroy, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

3  When  earth  shall  pass  away, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
In  the  great  Judgment  day, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Oh  !  what  a  glorious  thing, 
Thea  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harp  to  sing, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell  mortality ! 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Welcome  eternity ! 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  my  Redemption  is, 
Wisdom  and  Righteousness, 
Life,  Light,  and  Holiness, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

5  Father  !  thy  name  I  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Thine  was  the  sovereign  grace, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
Sealing  the  Father's  grace, 
Thou  mad'st  my  soul  embrace, 

Jesus  as  mine.  h.  hope. 


862 

1  Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy  ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Break,  every  tender  tie  ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Dark  is  the  wilderness  ; 
Earth  has  no  resting-place  j 
Jesus  alone  can  bless  ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away  , 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Perishing  things  of  clay 
Born  but  for  one  btief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Lost  in  this  dawning  bright, 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  a  dismal  void ; 
Jesus  has  satisfied ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell  mortality ; 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Welcome,  eternity  ; 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest ! 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest ; 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast ; 

Jesus  is  mine  !  Mrs.  Bonar. 


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2  I  love  to  tell  the  story : 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story : 

It  did  so  much  for  me  ! 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. — Cho. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story : 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 


I  love  to  tell  the  story : 

For  some  have  never  heard 

The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cho. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 
I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
'Twill  be— the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long ! — Cho. 
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342 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 


MADRID.       L.   M. 


Whitaker. 


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864 


2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 
First   weaned    my    soul  from  earthly 

things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want   that  grace   that   springs   from 

thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 


865 


COWPER. 


4  Thy  love,  in  sufferings,  be  my  peace  ; 
Thy  love,  in  weakness,  make  me  strong, 
And,  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Thy  love  shall  be  in  heaven  my  song. 

C.  Wesley. 

866 

1  'Tis  not  the  skill  of  human  art, 
Which   gives   me   power  my  God  to  " 

know  ; 
The  sacred  lessons  of  the  heart 
Ccme  not  from  instruments  below. 

2  Love  is  my  teacher  ;  he  can  tell 
The  wonders  that  he  learnt  above : 
No  other  Master  knows  so  well ; 
'Tis  Love  alone  can  tell  of  Love. 

Madame  Guion. 


867 


1  Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  de- 
clare ; 
Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  its  presence  Hies; 
('.nc,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

I  Oh,  kt  thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 
Ami  to  thy  service  sweetly  bind  ; 
Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  thy  mind. 


1  O  Love  !  who  gav'st  thy  life  for  me, 
And  won  an  everlasting  good 
Through  thy  sore  anguish  on  the  tree, 
I  ever  think  upon  thy  blood. 

2  I  ever  thank  thy  sacred  wounds, 
Thou  wounded  Love,  thou  Holiest! 
But  most  when  life  is  near  its  bounds, 
And  in  thy  bosom  safe  I  rest. 

3  0  Love!   who  unto  death  hast  grieved 
For  this  cold  heart,  unworthy  thine, 
Whom    the    cold  grave   and   death  re- 
ceived, 

I  thank  thee  for  that  grief  divine. 


LOVE     AND     GRATITUDE. 
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2  I  would  love  thee  ;  every  blessing 

Flows  to  me  from  out  thy  throne  : 
I  would  love  thee ;  he  who  loves  thee 
Never  feels  himself  alone. 

3  I  would  love  thee  ;  look  upon  me, 

Ever  guide  me  with  thine  eye : 


I  would  love  thee  ;  if  not  nourished 
By  thy  love,  my  soul  would  die. 

I  would  love  thee ;  I  have  vowed  it, 
On  thy  love  my  heart  is  set : 

While  I  love  thee,  I  will  never 
My  Redeemer's  blood  forget. 


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Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way; 
Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness : 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, — 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 


Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above  ! 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love  : 
That  blest  moment  I  received  him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace : 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, — 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

WlNGROVE. 


344 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


ATHENS.       C.  M. 


First  time. 


GlARDINI. 

Second. 


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87O 


2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  re- 

And  now  I  live  in  him.  [vived, 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 
i  And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 

I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  all  my  journey's  done.        bonar. 

87I 

I   How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 
I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 


A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  oh,  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  Oh  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We    more    than    taste    the    heavenly 
powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near — 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed — 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

3  Oh,    would    he    more    of  heaven   be- 

stow, 

And  let  the  vessels  break, 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity.  <■.  Wbbley. 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE.  345 

VALENTIA.        C.    M.  Arranged  by  Kingsley. 


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2  How  many  hearts  thou  mightst  have 

had 
More  innocent  than  mine  ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine  ! 

3  Ah,  grace  !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 

The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 

In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light — 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

5  Oh,  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 

If  thou  canst  be,  O  faith, 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death ! 

Faber. 


873 


All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt, 

My  death  was  all  my  own, — 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  thee, 

My  gracious  God,  alone. 
The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice, 

Is  thine,  and  only  thine. 
The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine  ; 


The  light  of  life,  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live — I  live ! 

5  All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth ; 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee.  bonak. 


874 


Lamb,    take    thou    my 


1  O     DEAREST 

heart ! 
Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee? 

2  If  there's  a  fervor  in  my  soul, 

And  fervor  sure  there  is, 
Now  it  shall  be  at  thy  control, 
And  but  to  serve  thee  rise. 

3  If  love,  that  mildest  flame,  can  rest 

In  hearts  so  hard  as  mine, 
Come,  gentle  Saviour,  to  my  breast, 
Its  love  shall  all  be  thine. 

4  Now  the  gay  world  with  treacherous  art 

Shall  tempt  my  heart  in  vain, 
I  have  conveyed  away  that  heart, 
Ne'er  to  return  again.  Moravian. 


346  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE 

BRIDGEMAN.       C.   M. 


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2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  mime  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth    not   each   pulse   with   pleasure 
bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But  oh,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Doddridge. 


876 


1  My  God,  what  silken  cords  arc  thine, 

How  soft,  and  yet  how  strong; 
While  power  and  truth,  and  love  com- 
bine 
To  draw  our  souls  along. 

2  Thou  saw'st  us  crushed  beneath  the 

yoke 
( )f  Satan  and  of  sin  ; 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke, 
Our  worthless  hearts  to  win. 


3  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 

One  offering  takes  away  ; 
And  grace,  when  first  the  war  begins, 
Secures  the  crowning  day. 

4  Comfort  through  all  this  vale  of  tears 

In  rich  profusion  flows, 
And  glory  of  unnumbered  years 
Eternity  bestows. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords  we  onward  move, 

Till  round  thy  throne  we  meet ; 
And,  captives  in  the  chains  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conq'ror's  feet. 


877 


Doddridge. 


1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

I   Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  1  would  give  him  all.     watts. 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 
BLENDON.       L.  M. 


347 


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2  To  them  the  privilege  is  given 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  ; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful 

eye : 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heaven  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

Stennett. 


879 


1  Complete  in  thee  !  no  work  of  mine 
May  take,  dear  Lord,  the  place  of  thine ; 
Thy  blood  has  pardon  bought  for  me, 
And  I  am  now  complete  in  thee. 

2  Complete  in  thee — no  more  shall  sin 
Thy  grace  has  conquered,  reign  within ; 
Thy  voice  will  bid  the  tempter  flee, 
And  I  shall  stand  complete  in  thee. 

3  Complete  in  thee — each  want  supplied, 
And  no  good  thing  to  me  denied, 
Since  thou  my  portion,  Lord,  wilt  be, 

I  ask  no  more — complete  in  thee. 


4  Dear  Saviour  !  when,  before  thy  bar 
All  tribes  and  tongues  assembled  are, 
Among  thy  chosen  may  I  be 
At  thy  right  hand — complete  in  thee. 

880  '  ARW- 

1  Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth 

and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace 
within. 

2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come 

on, 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  heavenly  hills, 
Where  streams  of  living  pleasures  flow ; 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow  ! 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys, 
But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 
That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

Watts. 


34g  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

UXBRIDGE.       L.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


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2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea — 
"Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  lovely  hue  ; 
Its  glory  is  forever  new. 

4  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ; 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

Zl.MZEVDORF. 
882 

i   How  vast  the  treasure  we  possess, 
How  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  grace  ! 
This  world  is  ours,  and  worlds  to  come; 
Earth  is  our  lodge,  and  heaven  our 
home. 

2  All  things  are  ours,  the  gifts  of  God, 
The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
While  the  good  Spirit  shows  us  how 
To  use  and  to  improve  them  too. 

3  If  peace  and  plenty  crown  my  days, 
They  help  me,  Lord,  to  speak  thy  praise  ; 
If  bread  of  sorrows  be  my  food, 
Those  sorrows  work  my  lasting  good. 

4  I  would  not  change  my  blest  estate 
For  all  the  world  calls  good  or  great  ; 


And,  while  my  faith  can  keep  her  hold, 
I  envy  not  the  sinner's  gold. 


883 


1  No  more,  ye  wise  !  your  wisdom  boast ; 
No  more,  ye  strong !  your  valor  trust ; 
No  more,  ye  rich  !  survey  your  store, 
Elate  with  heaps  of  shining  ore. 

2  Glory,  ye  saints,  in  this  alone, — 
That  God,  your  God,  to  you  is  known  ; 
That   you  have  owned  his  sovereign 

sway, 
That  you  have  felt  his  cheering  ray. 

3  All  else,  which  we  our  treasure  call, 
May  in  one  fatal  moment  fall  ; 

But  what  their  happiness  can  move, 
Whom  God,  the  blessed,  deigns  to  love? 

Doddridge. 


884. 


1  My  precious  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Name 
I  bear  the  cross,  despise  the  shame  ; 
Nor  do  I  faint  while  thou  art  near  ; 

I  lean  on  thee  ;  how  can  I  fear  ? 

2  No  other  name  but  thine  is  given 

To  cheer  my  soul,  in  earth  or  heaven  j 
No  other  wealth  will  I  require  ; 
No  other  friend  can  I  desire. 

3  Yea,  into  nothing  would  I  fall 
For  thee  alone,  my  All  in  All ; 
To  feel  thy  love,  my  only  joy, 
To  tell  thy  love,  my  sole  employ. 


LOVE     AND     GRATITUDE.  349 

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2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one, 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
The  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans 

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5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood  • 
Here  to  these  hills,  my  soul  would  come, 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home. 

Watts. 

886 

1  Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 
Love  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
The  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thine  embrace, 
There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove ; 
Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 
And  long,  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 

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4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 
Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come, — 
Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face : 
'Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 


Watts. 


887 


i   I  love,  I  love  thee,  Lord  most  high  I 
Because  thou  first  hast  loved  me  ; 
I  seek  no  other  liberty 
But  that  of  being  bound  to  thee. 

2  May  memory  no  thought  suggest, 
But  shall  to  thy  pure  glory  tend : 
My  understanding  find  no  rest, 
Except  in  thee,  its  only  end. 

3  All  mine  is  thine  ;  say  but  the  word, 
Whate'er  thou  wiliest  shall  be  done  ; 
I  know  thy  love,  all-gracious  Lord  ; 
I  know  it  seeks  my  good  alone. 

4  Apart  from  thee  all  things  are  naught  ; 
Then  grant,  O  my  supremest  Bliss, — 
Grant  me  to  love  thee  as  I  ought ; 
Thou  givest  all  in  giving  this,     xavier. 


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THE     SHADOW     OF     THE     ROCK. 

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LOVE     AND     GRATITUDE, 
5s  &  6s. 


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2  The  cross  :  the  cross  !  that  heavy  cross, 

My  Saviour  bore  for  me  ; 
It  bowed  him  to  the  earth  with  grief 
On  sad  Mount  Calvary.  —  Chorus. 

3  The  wounds !  the  wounds  !  those  painful  wounds  : 

Oh !  they  were  made  for  me  ! 
His  hands  and  feet,  his  holy  head, 
All  pierced  and  torn  I  see. — Chorus. 

4  The  death  !  the  death  !  the  awful  death 

That  Jesus  died  for  me  ! 
I  heard  his  groans,  his  prayer,  "  Forgive," 
His  bleeding  side  I  see. — Chorus. 

5  The  love !  the  love  !  the  matchless  love, 

That  bled  upon  the  tree  ! 
It  melts  my  heart,  it  wins  my  love, 
It  brings  me,  Lord,  to  thee. — Chorus. 

After  id  verse  S.  D,  Phelps 


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LYTE.       6s  &  4s. 


J.    P.    HOLBROOK. 


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2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God, 
Hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Oh  !  how  great  is  thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above, 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

3  When  unto  thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 


What  need  I  now  to  fear  ? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  thou  art  ever  near  ? 
Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

Soon  thou  wilt  come  again! 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Then  thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 


HOW     I     LOVE     JESUS.       C.  M. 


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fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through    many    dangers,    toils    and 

snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 


'Tis  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus 
far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes — when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall 
fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace.     Newton. 


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2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My   tongue    broke    out   in    unknown 
strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "Great   is   the   work,"   my  neighbors 

cried, 
And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 
"Great  is  the  work," my  heart  replied, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 


4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are 
great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

Watts. 


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MALVERN.       L.   M. 


L.  Mason. 


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2  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood, 
To  reconcile  my  soul  to  God  ; 
Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care  \ 
Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 

3  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
True  peace  and  comfort  to  afford  ; 
Needful  thy  promise,  to  impart 
Fresh  life  and  vigor  to  my  heart. 

4  Needful  art  thou,  my  guide,  my  stay, 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  weary  way; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou  'It  needful  be, 
To  bring  my  spirit  home  to  thee. 

5  Then  needful  still,  my  God,  my  King, 
Thy  name  eternally  I'll  sing! 

Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his, — 
The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is  ! 


89+ 


1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  Refuge,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2  Whither,  ah  !   whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wret<  hed  wanderer  from  my  Lord? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
I  >ne  glimpse  of  happiness  afford? 

Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 
( )n  these  my  fainting  spirit  live 


Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 
Thou  art  my  Life,  my  Joy,  my  Care ; 
Depart  from  thee  !  'tis  death,  'tis  more ; 
Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair ! 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine. 


895 


Steele. 


1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 
One    sovereign    word     can    draw    me 

thence ; 
1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Watts. 


LOVE     AND     GRATITUDE, 
HEBRON.       L.  M, 


355 


L.  Mason. 


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2  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 
But  thou,  O  Christ,  my  Wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

3  I  have  no  might  t'  oppose  the  foe, 
But  everlasting  strength  is  thine  ; 
Show  me  the  way  that  I  should  go, 
Show  me  the  path  I  should  decline. 

4  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 


897 


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And  dost  thou 

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Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour : 
I  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 
And  freed  from  sin  and  Satan's  power. 
More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart ; 
More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear : 
Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 
And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength  • 
Oh,  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 
And  all  its  height  and  breadth   and 

length. 
Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 
But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign : 


Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 


898 


Newton. 


Oh,  not  my  own  these  verdant  hills, 
And  fruits,   and  flowers,  and  stream, 

and  wood  ; 
But  his  who  all  with  glory  fills, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  precious  blood, 

Oh,  not  my  own  this  wondrous  frame, 
Its  curious  work,  its  living  soul ; 
But  his  who  for  my  ransom  came ; 
Slain  for  my  sake,  he  claims  the  whole. 

Oh,  not  my  own  the  grace  that  keeps 
My  feet  from  fierce  temptations  free  ; 
Oh,  not  my  own  the  thought  that  leaps, 
Adoring,  blessed  Lord,  to  thee. 

Oh,  not  my  own  ;  I'll  soar  and  sing, 
When  life,  with  all  its  toils,  is  o'er, 
And  thou    thy  trembling   lamb    shalt 

bring 
Safe  home,  to  wander  nevermore. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


Deny  thee  ?  what !  deny  the  way 
That  leads  to  heaven's  eternal  day  ? 
Deny  the  Shepherd  who  will  keep 
Within  the  fold  his  wandering  sheep  ? 

Deny  thee,  Lord !  then  who  will  bear 
My  grief,  my  burden,  and  my  care  ? 
Thou,  thou  alone  canst  calm  my  breast, 
And  bid  its  weary  throbbings  rest. 


356 


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DUKE     STREET. 

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L.  M. 


Hatton. 


i.  'Tis     by    the   faith     of      joys     to     come 


We  walk  thro'  des-erts  dark    as    night 


900 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  clangers  fill  the  way. 

Watts. 
90I 

i   Go,  labor  thou,  while  it  is  day ; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on : 
Speed,    speed    thy   work, — cast   sloth 

away ! 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

2  Men  die  in  darkness  at  your  side, 
Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb : 
Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide — 
The   torch  that  lights  time's  thickest 

gloom. 

3  Toil  on — faint  not ;    keep  watch  and 
Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win  ;  [pray ! 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway; 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 

4  Go,  labor  on  ;  your  hands  are  weak  ; 

Your  knees  are   faint,  your  soul   cast 

down  ; 
But  falter  not  ;  tin-  prize  you  seek 
Is  near, — a  kingdom  and  a  crown  ! 

BONAR. 


1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  : 

3  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill,  watts, 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  , 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God, 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Ambition,  envy,  lust,  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and 
Our  inward  piety  approve.  [love, 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Watts. 


GRACES    AND     DUTIES. 


357 


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J   E.  Gould. 


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Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end, — 

Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend  ! 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 
Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 
To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  his  saving  power. 

Doddridge. 

9°5 

i  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun.  j 


3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives  ■ 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can 

thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank ! 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Gibbons. 


906 


1  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent  ; 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 

It  is  the  way  the  Master  went, 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  nought ; 
Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain, 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee 

not; 
The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ! 

3  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough  while  here 
If  he  shall  praise  thee  ;  if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer; 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice ; 
For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's 

voice, 
The  midnight  peal :  "Behold,  I  come !" 

BONAR. 


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MT.    AUBURN.       C.  M. 

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2  Knowledge,  alas !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  • 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

Watts. 
908 

i   Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  Cross  we  flee, 
And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear  ; 
Like  thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine ; 
A im I  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell, 
As  free  and  true  as  thine. 

4  Should   friends    misjudge,   or  foes  de- 

(  >r  brethren  faithless  prove,     [fame, 
Then,  like  thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 
g   (Cepl  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife. 
Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
Oh,  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  thee  to  heaven  I 

J.    S.    GURNEY. 


909 

i   Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power ; 
There's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed. 
That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  hearti 

And  call  it  back  to  life ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless  ;  none  can  tell 

How  vast  its  power  may  be, 
Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

4  Work  on,  despair  not,  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

9IO 

1  Rich  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die, 

With  God  laid  up  in  store  ; 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scattered  here  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give 

At  Jesus'  feet    1   lay  ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
Abounding  grace  repay. 


GRACES    AND     DUTIES. 
ST,    MARTINS.       C.  M. 


359 


Wm.  Tansur,  1735. 


911 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ! 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed 

And  filled  with  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good ; 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, — 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

C.  Wesley. 
912 

i  Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
It  yields  support  in  all  our  toils, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  The  wounded    conscience    knows    its 

power 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Unveiling  wide  the  heavenly  world, 

Where  endless  pleasures  reign, 


It  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

4  Faith  shows  the  promise  fully  sealed 

With  our  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
It  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  still  unshaken,  would  we  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies, 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wing 
To  endless  glory  rise.  d.  Turner. 

9If3 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  : — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous 

warmth, 
A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms, 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow : 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

Barbauld. 


360 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


BEMERTON.       C.  M. 


Greatorex. 


914 

2  I  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  Lhou 

Hast  set  thine  unseen  feet ; 
I  cannot  fear  thee,  blessed  will, 
Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 

3  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  thine ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord,  for  thou 
Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 

4  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

5  111,  that  God  blesses,  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill  ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong 
If  it  be  his  dear  will  ! 

6  When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do, 

And  leave  the  rest  to  thee,     fader. 

9*5 

1  Oh,  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 

To  rise  and  take  his  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 
And  not  sometimes  lose  heart ! 

2  He  hides  himself  so  wonchouslv, 

As  though  there  was  no  God  ; 
He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
Of  ill  are  m  jst  abroad  ; 


3  Or  he  deserts  us  in  the  hour 

The  fight  is  all  but  lost ; 
And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 
Just  when  we  need  him  most. 

4  It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks  ; 

And  we  lose  courage  then  ; 
And  doubts  will  come  if  God  hath  kept 
His  promises  to  men. 

5  But  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God  • 

And  right  the  day  must  win  ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin  ! 

Faber. 
9l6 

i   God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 
And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 

2  Oh,  blessed  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  he 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  Workman  of  God  !  oh  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

4  Oh,  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  ! 

Oli,  learn  to  lose  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  thro'  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  his  road. 

Faher. 


GRACES    AND     DUTIES. 
ELIZABETHTOWN.       C.  M. 


361 


George  Kingsley. 


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2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and 

When  tempests  rage  without ;  [clear 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread 

frown, 
Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  : 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; — 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home.  Bathurst. 

9l8 

1  We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God  ! 

Deep  as  the  soundless  sea, 
Which  falls  like  sunshine  on  the  road 
Of  those  who  trust  in  thee. 

2  We  ask  not,  Father,  for  repose 

Which  comes  from  outward  rest, 
If  we  may  have  through  all  life's  woes 
Thy  peace  within  our  breast ; — 


3  That  peace  which  suffers  and  is  strong, 

Trusts  where  it  cannot  see, 
Deems  not  the  trial  way  too  long, 
But  leaves  the  end  with  thee  ; — 

4  That  peace  which  flows   serene   and 

A  river  in  the  soul,  [deep — 

Whose  banks  a  living  verdure  keep, — 
God's  sunshine  o'er  the  whole  ! 

919 

1  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm ; 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and 

rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet, — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street : — 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  pain, 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain  ; — 

4  Calm  in  the  suffering  of  wrong, 

Like  him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid    the  threatening,  taunting 
throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest.  Bonar. 


362  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

EDMESTON.       C.  M. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


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2  Speak  gently  to  the  little  child  ! 

Its  love  be  sure  to  gain ; 
Teach  it  in  accents  soft  and  mild — 
It  may  not  long  remain. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  young — for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

5  Speak  gently,  kindly,  to  the  poor ; 

Let  no  harsh  tone  be  heard  ; 
They  have  enough  they  must  endure, 
Without  an  unkind  word  ! 

6  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones — 

They  must  have  toiled  in  vain  ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so ; 
Oh,  win  them  back  again  ! 

7  Speak  gently— 'tis  a  little  thing, 

Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 

The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 

Eternity  shall  tell.  Hates. 

921 

1  Who  is  thy  neighbor?  he  whom  thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless  ; 
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Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  fainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim  ; 
Oh  enter  thou  his  humble  door, 
With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow 'drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  high  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor  ?  pass  no  mourner  by  ; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him.    pEAbody. 

922 

1  Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love, 

Where  they  may  broadly  run  , 
And  love  has  overflowing  streams, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

2  But  if  at  an)-  time  we  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 
Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

3  For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep 

That  blessing  from  above  ; 
("easing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have  ;-- 

Such  is  the  law  of  love.  Trench. 


GRACES    AND     DUTIES. 
AH1RA.       S.  M. 


563 


Greatorex. 


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2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  Thou  knowest  not  which  may  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown. 

4  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

5  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

6  Thence  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God  shall  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry,  "Harvest  home  !" 

„    -  Montgomery. 

924. 

1  Laborers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline, 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore  ; 
And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  lore. 


3  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal, 

The  erring  child  along 
Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest, 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

5  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 

That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

Mrs.  Sigourney, 
925 

i  Love  is  the  fountain  whence 
All  true  obedience  flows  ; 
The  Christian  serves  the  God  he  loves, 
And  loves  the  God  he  knows. 

2  He  treads  the  heavenly  road, 

And  neither  faints  nor  tires  ; 
That  generous  love  which  warms  his 
breast, 
With  fortitude  inspires. 

3  No  burden  seems  so  great, 

No  task  so  hard  appears, 

But  this  he  cheerfully  performs, 

And  that  he  meekly  bears. 

4  May  love, — that  shining  grace, 

O'er  all  my  powers  preside  ; 
Direct  my  thoughts,  suggest  my  words, 
And  every  action  guide  !        Beddome. 


364  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

KENTUCKY.         S.  M. 


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2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die.  c.  Wesley. 

927 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  ! — 'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near ; 
Mark  every  signal  of  his  hand, 

And  ready  all  appear. 
$  Oh,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 

And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

DoDDPIOCE. 


928 


i   Faith  is  a  precious  grace, 
Where'er  it  is  bestowed  ; 
It  boasts  a  high,  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 

And  all-atoning  Priest ; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  filled  with  deep  distress, 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

Beddome. 

929 

1  We  give  thee  but  thine  own, 

Whate'er  the  gift  may  be  : 

All  that  we  have  is  thine  alone, 

A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Oh  !  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 

And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 
And  lambs,  for  whom    the  Shepherd 
Are  straying  from  the  fold.       [bled, 

3  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless 
Is  now  our  work  below. 

4  The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

W.   W.  How. 


GRACES    AND     DUTIES. 

WILMOT.       8s  &  7s. 


365 


Arranged  by  L.  Mason. 


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930 

2  With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness, 

Sowing  much  and  reaping  none  ; 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 
Golden  harvests  shall  be  won. 

3  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear ; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 
Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 

4  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream, 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 
With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 

Nevin. 

93 ? 

1  Blessed  angels,  high  in  heaven 

O'er  the  penitent  rejoice  : 
Hast  thou  for  thy  brother  striven 
With  an  importuning  voice  ? 

2  Art  thou  not  thy  brother's  keeper, 

Canst  thou  not  his  soul  obtain  ? 
He  that  wakes  his  brother  sleeper 
Double  life  himself  shall  gain. 

3  Think  how  words  in  season  spoken, 

In  the  sinful  heart  sink  deep, 
And  the  first  link  may  have  broken 
Of  the  chains  that  round  him  creep. 
21 


4  Think  of  that  day  when  each  brother 

To  his  brother  shall  be  known  : 
If  thy  prayers  have  saved  another, 
God  will  then  thy  service  own. 

5  Then,  when  ends  this  life's  short  fever 

They,  who  many  turn  to  God, 
Like  the  stars  shall  shine  forever, 
In  th'  eternal  brotherhood  ! 

932 

1  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 

Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
Findeth  mercy  from  above. 

2  Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven, 

Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine  ; 
Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given, 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

3  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy  ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4  Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening ! 

See  the  rising  grain  appear  ; 
Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whitening, 
For  the  harvest  time  is  near. 

Hastings.' 


366  THE    CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

WORK     SONG.      7s  &  6s. 


L.  Mason. 


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933 

2  Work  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  thro'  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  every  flying  minute, 

Something  to  keep  in  store  : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 


3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 


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RESTING     BY    AND     BY.      Concluded. 


367 


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934- 

2  This  life  to  toil  is  given, 

And  he  improves  it  best 
Who  seeks  by  patient  labor 

To  enter  into  rest ; 
Then  pilgrim,  worn  and  weary, 

Press  on,  the  goal  is  nigh  • 
The  prize  is  straight  before  thee, 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 

3  Nor  ask,  when  overburdened 

You  long  for  friendly  aid, 

"Why  idle  stands  my  brother, 

No  yoke  upon  him  laid  ?  " 


Perhaps  he's  told  to  tarry  ; 

Nor  stop  to  ask  him  why  .- 
"  Go  labor  in  my  vineyard," 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 

4  Wan  reaper  in  the  harvest, 

Let  this  thy  strength  sustain,— 
Each  sheaf  that  fills  the  garner 

Brings  you  eternal  gain. 
Then  bear  the  cross  with  patience, 

To  fields  of  duty  hie  ; 
'Tis  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus — 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 

Sidney  Dyer, 


368  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE 

HERMON.       C.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


*       *       *       * 

i.  Lord,  shall    we  part  with  gold  for   dross,      With  sol  -  id     good...     for      show? 


Out-  live   our  bliss,     and  mourn  our  loss  In     ev  -  er  -  last    -     ing      woe? 


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935 

2  Let  us  not  lose  the  living  God, 

For  one  short  dream  of  joy : 
With  fond  embrace  cling  to  a  clod, 
And  fling  all  heaven  away. 

3  Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear, 

We  all  thy  charms  defy  ; 
And  rate  our  precious  souls  too  dear, 
For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 

1  Oh  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 

My  longing  soul  is  stirred  ; 
Oh  give  me  a  diviner  name, — 
Call  me  thy  servant,  Lord. 

2  Sweet  title  that  delighteth  me, 

Rank  earnestly  implored  ; 
Oh  what  can  reach  the  dignity 
( )f  thy  true  servants,  Lord  ? 

3  No  longer  would  my  soul  be  known 

A  >  self-sustained  and  free  ; 
Oh,  not  mine  own,  oh,  not  mine  own, 
Lord,  I  belong  to  thee. 

4  In  lit",  in  death,  on  earth,  in  heaven, 

No  other  name  for  me  ; 
The  same  sweet  style  and  title  given 
Through  all  eternity. 

Thomas  II    Gn.i.. 


937 

1  One  thing  alone,  dear  Lord !  I  dread — 

To  have  a  secret  spot 
That  separates  my  soul  from  thee, 
And  yet  to  know  it  not. 

2  But  if  this  weariness  hath  come 

A  present  from  on  high. 
Teach  me  to  find  the  hidden  wealth 
That  in  its  depths  may  lie. 

3  If  this  drear  change  be  thine,  O  Lord! 

If  it  be  thy  sweet  will, 
Spare  not,  but  to  the  very  brim 
The  bitter  chalice  fill. 

4  But  if  it  hath  been  sin  of  mine, 

Oh,  show  that  sin  to  me  ! 
Not  to  get  back  the  sweetness  lost, 
But  to  make  peace  with  thee. 

5  So  in  this  darkness  I  can  learn 

To  tremble  and  adore, 
To  sound  my  own  vile  nothingness, 
And  thus  to  love  thee  more. 

6  Oh,  blesstd  be  this  darkness  then, 

This  deep  in  which  I  lie, 
And  blessed  be  all  things  that  teach 
God's  dread  Supremacy! 

Faber. 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMPH. 
DE     FLEURY.       8s.     Double. 


36$ 
De  Fleury. 


i.  How       tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours     When      Je-sus    no    longer      I       see! 


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938 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  so  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I ; 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind : 


While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
Dear  Lord,  if  indeed,  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my 
sky; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where   winter   and   clouds    are   na 
more.  Newtov. 


3/Q 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


COVENTRY.       C.   M. 


Arranged  by  L.  Mason. 


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2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

B.  Cleavland. 
940 

t   Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
( )f  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 

And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

>  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
\l>  memorj  1  an  retain  ! 

g    How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love, 
I  [ow  neglig<  nt  my  fear, 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above, 
1  low  few  affections  there  ' 


4  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  : 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

Watts. 

9+1 

1  The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 

When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idle  warblers  roam. 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and 

light, 
Above  all  low  delay. 
Where    nothing    earthly    bounds    her 

flight. 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me.  Lord,  from  every  snare 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 

Aloft  through  faith's  serener  air 
To  hold  my  course  60  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 

Thy  freedom  in  her  wings.      Moore. 
5' 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMPH. 
CLARENDON.       C.  M. 


371 
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2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 

INGLESIDE.       C.  M. 


I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb,   cowpek. 

WlESENTHAL. 


1.  Oh,  for     a    clos-erwalk  with  God  !    A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  !  A  light  to  shine  up- 


on  the  road    That  leads  me  to    the  Lamb  !  Where  is  the  blessed-ness   I  knew,  When 


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372 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE 


ORWELL.       L.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


i.  My     on  -  ly   Sav  -  iour  !  when  I      feel     Overwhelmed  in  spir  -  it,     faint,   op-pressed, 


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'Tis  sweet  to    tell     thee,  while   I     kneel     Low  at      thy     feet,    thou  art     my     rest. 


943 

2  I'm  weary  of  the  strife  within  ; 
Strong  powers  against  my  soul  contest; 
Oh,  let  me  turn  from  self  and  sin 

To  thy  dear  cross,  for  there  is  rest ! 

3  Oh  !  sweet  will  be  the  welcome  day, 
When,  from  its  toils  and  woes  released, 
My  parting  soul  in  death  shall  say, 

"  Now,  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest." 

944 

i  O  Love  Divine  !  that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 
On  thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
We  smile  at  pain  while  thou  art  near. 

2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 
And  sorrow  crown  each  lingering  year, 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 
Our  hearts  still  whispering,  Thou  art 

near. 

3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 
And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 
The   murmuring  wind,  the  quivering 

leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us  thou  art  near. 


4  On  thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 
O  Love  Divine,  forever  dear  ; 
Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 
Living  or  dying,  thou  art  near  ! 

O.  W.  Holmes. 

945 

i   Father  !  beneath  thy  shelt'ring  wing 
In  sweet  security  we  rest, 
And  fear  no  evil  earth  can  bring, 
In  life,  in  death,  supremely  blest. 

2  P'or  life  is  good  whose  tidal  flow 
The  motions  of  thy  will  obeys ; 

And    death    is   good,  that    makes  us 

know 
The  Life  Divine  that  all  things  sways. 

3  And  good  it  is  to  bear  the  cross, 
And  so  thy  perfect  peace  to  win  : 
And     nought     is     ill,    nor     brings    us 

InSS. 

Nor  works  us  harm,  save  only  sin. 

4  Redeemed  from  this,  we  ask  no  more, 
Hut  trust  the  love  that  saws  to  guide  : 
The  grace  that  yields  so  rich  a  store, 
Will  grant  us  all  we  need  beside. 

AN'.  H.  Burleigh. 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMFH 
BETHANY.       6s  &  4s. 


373 


L.  Mason. 


i.  Near  -  er,  my  God,  to  thee,     Near  -  er     to     thee  !  E'en  though  it    be     a  cross 

D.s.  Near  -  er,  my  God,  to  thee, 


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2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I  fly, 


Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee.       Sarah  f.  Adams, 


947 


Saviour  !    thy  dying  love 

Thou  gavest  me, 
Nor  should  I  aught  withhold, 

Dear  Lord,  from  thee. 
In  love  my  soul  would  bow, 
My  heart  fulfill  its  vow, 
Some  off 'ring  bring  thee  now; 

Something  for  thee. 
O'er  the  blest  mercy-seat, 

Pleading  for  me, 
My  feeble  faith  looks  up, 

Jesus,  to  thee. 
Help  me  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
Some  song  to  raise,  or  prayer, 

Something  for  thee. 
Give  me  a  faithful  heart — 

Likeness  to  thee, 
That  each  departing  day 

Henceforth  may  see 
Some  work  of  love  begun, 
Some  deed  of  kindness  done, 
Some  wanderer  sought  and  won, 

Something  for  thee.    s.  d.  Phelps. 


374 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


ROTHWELL       L.  M. 


A  rr.  by  I .  Mason. 


^^Eg^it^iiii 


I.  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears,  And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on;  March  to  the  gates  of 


endless  joy.Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone.Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 


2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross. 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And   glittering   robes  for   conquerors 

wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Watts. 

949 

i   Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day  ;  " 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Upheld  by  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things — or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  ma)  resl  on 

me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  1  strong; 
Grace    is   my   shield,   and   Christ    my 

song.  w  vits. 


950 

1  Jesus,  while  this  rough  desert  soil 
I  tread,  be  thou  my  guide  and  stay  : 
Nerve  me  for  conflict  and  for  toil  j 
Uphold  me  on  my  stranger-way  ! 

2  Jesus,  in  heaviness  and  fear, 
'Mid  cloud,  and  shade,  and  gloom 

stray, 

For  earth's  last  night  is  drawing  near  ; 
Oh,  cheer  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 

3  Jesus,  in  solitude  and  grief, 
When  sun  and  stars  withhold  their  ray, 
Make  haste,  make  haste  to  my  relief! 
Oh,  light  me  on  my  stranger-way  ! 

4  Jesus,  in  weakness  of  this  flesh, 
When  Satan  grasps  me  for  his  prey, 
Oh,  give  me  victory  afresh, 

And  speed  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 

r\  r  1  Bonar. 

i  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  ; 
Saviour  Divine  !  diffuse  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right 

2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart, 
Great  God  !  to  choose  the  better  part 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  If  thou,  my  Saviour,  still  art  nigh, 

( Iheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  : 

Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee. 

To  find  eternal  joys  in  thee. 

„ »  Doddridge. 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMPH 


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2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  The    mighty   God,    whose    matchless 

power 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road  ! 

Watts. 

953 

i  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 
Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 


3  Thou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground  ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

The  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of 

hell ; 
The  Man  of  Calv'ry  triumphed  here : 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear? 

5  Come   then,  my  soul  !    now    learn    to 

wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 
Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

Barbauld. 

954 

i  My  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  for  God  ? 
Look  o'er  thy  misspent  years  and  see, 
Sum  up  what  thou  hast  clone  for  God, 
And  then  what  God  hath  done  for  thee. 

2  He  made    thee  when  he  might  have* 

made  [more ; 

A    soul    that  would    have  loved  him 
He  rescued  thee  from  nothingness. 
And  set  thee  on  life's  happy  shore. 

3  What  hast  thou  done  for  God,  my  soul  ? 
Look  o'er  thy  misspent  years  and  see ; 
Cry  from  thy  worse  than  nothingness — 
Cry  for  his  mercy  upon  thee  ! 

Faber. 


376  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

CHRISTMAS.       CM. 


Handel. 


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2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victor's  wreaths  and  monarch's 
gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
J '11  lay  my  honors  down. 

DoDDKIDGE. 


956' 


i  O  Israel,  to  thy  tents  repair : 

Why  thus  secure  on  hostile  ground? 
Thy  King  commands  thee  to  beware, 
For  many  toes  thy  camp  surround. 

2  The  trumpet  gives  a  martial  strain  : 

O  Israel,  gird  thee  for  the  fighl  ! 
Arise,  the  i  ombal  to  maintain. 
And  put  thine  enemies  to  flight  ! 

3  Thou  shouldst  not  Bleep,  as  others  do  ; 

A .-.  ake  :  be  vigilant  ;  be  bra\  e  I 

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The  coward,  and  the  sluggard  too, 
Must  wear  the  fetters  of  the  slave. 

4  A  nobler  lot  is  cast  for  thee  ; 

A  kingdom  waits  thee  in  the  skies : 
With  such  a  hope,  shall  Israel  flee, 
Or    yield,    through    weariness,    the 
prize  ? 

5  No  !  let  a  careless  world  repose 

And  slumber  on  through  life's  short 
clay, 
While  Israel  to  the  conflict  goes, 
And  bears  the  glorious  prize  away ! 

Kelly. 

957 

1  My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so? 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul  ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing  's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands. 
And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; — 

4  We,  for  whom  Cod  the  Son  came  down, 
And  labored  for  our  good, 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 


He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

Watts. 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMPH. 


377 


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2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode.  Heath. 

959 

1  My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 

Who  calls  thee  by  his  grace  ; 
Now  loose  thee  from  each  cumbering 
And  bend  thee  to  the  race.       [load, 

2  Make  thy  salvation  sure  ; 

All  sloth  and  slumber  shun  ; 

Nor  dare  a  moment  rest  secure, 

Till  thou  the  goal  hast  won. 

3  Thy  crown  of  life  hold  fast ; 

Thy  heart  with  courage  stay  ; 
Nor  let  one  trembling  glance  be  cast 
Along  the  backward  way. 

4  Thy  path  ascends  the  skies, 

With  conq'ring  footsteps  bright ; 
And  thou  shalt  win  and  wear  the  prize 
In  everlasting  light. 


96 


O 
The  people  of  the  Lord 

Are  on  their  way  to  heaven  ; 
There  they  obtain  their  great  reward  ; 

The  prize  will  there  be  given. 
'Tis  conflict  here  below ; 

'Tis  triumph  there,  and  peace  : 
On  earth  we  wrestle  with  the  foe ; 

In  heaven  our  conflicts  cease. 
'Tis  gloom  and  darkness  here  ; 

'Tis  light  and  joy  above  ; 
There  all  is  pure,  and  all  is  clear ; 

There  all  is  peace  and  love. 
There  rest  shall  follow  toil, 

And  ease  succeed  to  care  : 
The  victors  there  divide  the  spoil ; 

They  sing  and  triumph  there. 
Then  let  us  joyful  sing  ; 

The  conflict  is  not  long: 
We  hope  in  heaven  to  praise  our  King 

In  one  eternal  song.  Kelly. 


961 


The  harvest  dawn  is  near, 
The  year  delays  not  long  ; 

And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves  ; 
But  he  shall  come,  at  twilight's  close, 

And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 

Burgess. 


3;8  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE 

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2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weakness  of  the  soul  ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  ?race, 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

4  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

5  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  thro'  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 

6  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 


963 


C.  Wesley. 


i   What  cheering  words  are  these  ; 
Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  time  and  to  eternal  days, 

"'Tis  with  (he  righteous  well." 
2  In  every  state  secure, 
Kept  as  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  called  to  die. 


3  Well  when  they  see  his  face, 

Or  sink  amidst  the  flood  ; 

Well  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 

Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 

4  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 

'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow, 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  vails  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  grow. 

5  'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, 

"From  earth  and  sin  arise, 
To  join  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise  !"  Kent, 


964 


1  My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 

Against  thy  heavenly  crown  ; 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil  ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divifie, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMPH. 

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Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  his  glorious  day  : 
"  Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him  " 

Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 
Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone  ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 
Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 

DuFFIELD. 


966 


I  need  thee,  Precious  Jesus, 

For  I  am  very  poor ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store  ; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 
I  need  thee.  Precious  Jesus, 

I  need  a  friend  like  thee, 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me : 
I  need  the  Heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 
I  need  thee,  Precious  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  thee  soon 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  thy  throne  ; 
There,  with  thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  thee. 

F.Whitfield. 


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On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 

Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee.    Cennick. 


967 


Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared  ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

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i  Christian,  let  your  heart  be  glad  .' 

March,  ill  heavenly  armor  clad  ; 
Fight  !  nor  think  the  battle  long: 
Victory  soon  will  tune  your  song. 


2  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye  ; 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry : 
Let  not  fears  your  course  impede  ; 
( treat  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 


Maitland. 


CONFLICT     AND     TRIUMPH 


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969 


1  Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Fight  the  fight ;  and  worn  with  strife, 
Steep  with  tears  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Join  the  war,  and  face  the  foe  ; 
Faint  not :  much  doth  yet  remain  ; 
Dreary  is  the  long  campaign. 

3  Shrink  not,  Christians — will  ye  yield  ? 
Will  ye  quit  the  battle-field  ? 

Fight  till  all  the  conflict 's  o'er, 
Nor  your  foes  shall  rally  more. 

4  But,  when  loud  the  trumpet  blown, 
Speaks  their  forces  overthrown, 
Christ,  your  Captain,  shall  bestow 
Crowns  to  grace  the  conqueror's  brow. 

H.  K.  White. 
970 

i  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  the  road, 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous  too, 
Christ  thy  Guide  will  bring  thee  through. 

2  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  in  rage 
Satan  would  thy  soul  engage, 

Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, — 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 

3  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  the  world 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled  ; 

Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  within 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin  ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all ; 
He'll  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 

t;  Faint  not,  Christian  !  look  on  high  ; 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky: 
Patient,  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join — 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 
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971 

1  Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  cross  ! 

Foes  are  lurking  all  around; 
Look  not  here  to  find  repose  : 
This  is  but  thy  battle-ground. 

2  Up  !  and  take  thy  shield  and. sword  : 

Up  !  it  is  the  call  of  heaven  : 
Shrink  not  faithless  from  thy  Lord  ; 
Nobly  strive  as  he  hath  striven. 

3  Break  through  all  the  force  of  ill ; 

Tread  the  might  of  passion  down, — 
Struggling  onward,  onward  still, 
To  the  conq'ring  Saviour's  crown  ! 

4  Through  the  midst  of  toil  and  pain, 

Let   this   thought   ne'er    leave   thy 
breast : 
Every  triumph  thou  dost  gain 

Makes  more  sweet  thy  coming  rest. 

W.  Gaskell. 
972 

i  Lord  !  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine  's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Once,  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  1 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
Lord  !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now  ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

4  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need— 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

5  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  i 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

Since  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake.  Newton 


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In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part: 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,     your     Lather    calls  —  come 
home  !" 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin 
Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
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|974- 

J  i  Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye 
Future  things  unfolded  lie, 
Through  the  desert,  where  I  stray, 
Let  thy  counsels  guide  my  way. 

2  Lead  me  not,  for  flesh  is  frail, 
Where  fierce  trials  would  assail ; 
Leave  me  not,  in  darkened  hour, 
To  withstand  the  tempter's  power. 

3  Help  thy  servant  to  maintain 
A  profession  free  from  stain; 
That  my  sole  reproach  may  be 
Following  Christ  and  fearing  thee. 

4  Should  thy  wisdom,  Lord,  decree 
Trials  long  and  sharp  for  me, 
Pain  or  sorrow,  care  or  shame, 
Lather,  glorify  thy  name. 

5  Let  me  neither  faint  nor  fear, 
Feeling  still  that  thou  art  near, 
In  the  course  my  Saviour  trod, 
Tending  still  to  thee  my  God.     condor 


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2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live  !  " 

3  Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound ; 
Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 
Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 
j.  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 
Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ! 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  nevermore 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 
5  Thus, — oh,  thus  an  entrance  give 
To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live," 
Let  me  know  it  "gain  to  die." 

Ward  law. 


976 


' 


Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  his  word  ; 
Thou  wilt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  unchanging  faithfulness. 
He  sustains  thee  by  his  hand, 
He  enables  thee  to  stand  ; 
Those,  whom  Jesus  once  hath  loved, 
From  his  grace  are  never  moved. 
Heaven  and  earth  may  pass  away, 
His  free  grace  shall  not  decay  ; 
He  hath  promised  to  fulfill 
All  the  pleasure  of  his  will. 

R.  Hill. 


977 

1  Lord,  forever  at  thy  side 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be  ; 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken,  I  believe 

Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtlety  beguiled, 
On  thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

4  Saints,  rejoicing  evermore, 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ; 
Him  in  all  his  ways  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 


978 


Montgomery. 


To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 
When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 
Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 
By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard — and  that  my  guide. 

Merrick. 


384  1HE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

DORRNANCE.       8s  &  7s. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


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979 

2  Listen,  Christian  ;  their  hosanna 

Rolleth  o'er  thee  :  "  God  is  love,'' 
Write  upon  thy  red-cross  banner, 
"  Upward  ever  ;  heaven  's  above.'' 

3  By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other, 

Is  the  mount  of  vision  won  ; 
Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother  ; 
Jesus  trod  it ;  press  thou  on. 

4  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 

For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace, 

While  it  needs  thee  ;  oh  !  no  longer 

Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release. 

5  Pray  thou,  Christian,  daily  rather, 

That  thou  be  a  faithful  son  ; 
By  the  prayer  of  Jesus,  "  Father, 
Not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done." 

Johnson. 
980 

i    list's  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 
( )f  our  life's  wild  restless  sea, 
I )  ty  by  day  his  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Saying,  "Christian,  follow  me." 

2  Jesus  calls  us — from  the  worship 

Of  the  vain  world's  golden  store, 

11  each  idol  that  would  keep  us — 
Saying,  "Christian,  love  n  e  more." 

3  In  our  joys  and  in  our  sorrows, 

I ) ays  of  toil,  and  hours  of  ease, 
Still  he  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 

"Christian,  love  me  more  than  these.'' 


1  Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  sorrow, 

Pressing  onward  to  the  prize, 
Strength  and  comfort  here  we  borrow 
From  the  Hand  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  'Mid  these  scenes  of  self-denial, 

We  are  called  the  race  to  run  j 
We  must  meet  full  many  a  trial 
Ere  the  victor's  crown  is  won. 

3  Love  shall  every  conflict  lighten, 

Hope  shall  urge  us  swifter  on, 
Faith  shall  every  prospect  brighten, 
Till  the  morn  of  heaven  shall  dawn. 
Hastings 


98 


i  Jesus  only,  when  the  morning 
Beams  upon  the  path  I  tread  ; 
Jesus  only,  when  the  darkness 
Gathers  round  my  weary  head. 

2  Jesus  only,  when  the  billows 

Cold  and  sullen  o'er  me  roll  ; 
Jesus  only,  when  the  trumpet 

Rends  the  tomb  and  wakes  the  soul. 

3  Jesus  only,  when  in  judgment 

Boding  fears  my  heart  appall  ; 
Jesus  only,  when  the  Wretched 
On  the  rocks  and  mountains  call. 

4  Jesus  only,  when,  adoring. 

Saints  their  crowns  before  him  bring ; 
Jesus  only,  I  will,  joyous, 

Through  eternal  ages  sing.      Nasor< 


AFFLICTIONS     AND     ENCOURAGEMENTS. 


335 


ST.    PETERSBURGH.       L.  M. 


BoRTNIANSKY. 


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2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do ; 

Still,  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Deceived  by  those  I  prized  too  well ; 
He  shall  his  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe  ; 

At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  his  daily  bread. 

4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while ; 

Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For    thou    didst    weep    o'er    Lazarus 
dead ! 

5  And  oh !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last ; 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  thou  hast  died  ! 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away ! 

Robert  Grant. 


984 

1  As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 
The     thought — how    comforting    and 

sweet ! 
Christ  trod  this  very  path  before  ! 
Our  wants  and  weaknesses  he  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  to  its  close. 

2  Do  sickness,  feebleness,  or  pain, 
Or  sorrow  in  our  path  appear, 
The  recollection  will  remain, 
More  deeply  did  he  suffer  here  ! 
His  life,  how  truly  sad  and  brief, 
Filled  up  with  suff'ring  and  with  grief! 

3  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray, 
And  whisper  evil  things  within, 
So  did  he,  in  the  desert  way, 
Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin ; 
When  worn,  and  in  a  feeble  hour, 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

4  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  he  trod, 
With  every  human  ill  but  sin  ; 
And,  though  indeed  the  very  God, 
As  I  am  now,  so  he  has  been. 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy. 

WlLBERFORCZ 


386  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

WOODWORTH.       L.  M. 


Wji.  B.  Bradbury. 


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985 


2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  : 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  Come  to  me ! 

3  When    the    poor    heart    with    anguish 

learns 
That  earthly  props  resigned  must  be, 
And  from  each  broken  cistern  turns, 
It  hears  the  accents,  Come  to  me  ! 

4  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 
From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see  ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  Come  to  me ! 

5  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ; 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 

I  [eavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye  ; 
I  am  thy  Portion  ;  Come  to  me  ! 

6  ( )  voice  of  mercy,  voice  of  love  ! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above, 
And  gently  whisper,  Come  to  me  ! 


C.  Elliott. 


986 


i   My  Cod,  my  Father,  while  T  stray 
I       from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
'■Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !" 

2   Wh  li  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 

I  01  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh  : 


Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !" 

3  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine  ; 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine : 

"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  I 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest ; 

"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  clone !" 


987 


C.  Elliott. 


i   The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 
( Hit  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call  ; 
My   fears    are    great,   my    strength   is 
small. 

2  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea. 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

3  Though  tempest-tost,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  Hoods  1  seeks 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again  ! 

4  ()  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the 

storm  ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill  ; 
Control  the  waves;  say,  "Peace!  bfl 

still.  CowrER. 


AFFLICTIONS    AND     ENCOURAGEMENTS.  387 

DAISY     HILL.       L.   M. 


1.    Oh,  deem    not     they     are        blest      a    -    lone,    Whose  lives      a      peace  -  ful 


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2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 
The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears  ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 
And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 
Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny  ; 
Tho'  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

5  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing 
And  numbered  every  secret  tear,  [day, 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here,      [pay 


989 


Bryant. 


I  bless  thee,  Lord,  for  sorrows  sent 
To  break  the  dream  of  human  power, 
For  now,  my  shallow  cistern  spent, 
I  find  thy  fount,  and  thirst  no  more. 


2  I  take  thy  hand,  and  fears  are  still  ; 
Behold  thy  face,  and  doubts  remove  ; 
Who  would  not  yield  his  wavering  will 
To  perfect  truth  and  boundless  love  ! 

3  That  truth  gives  promise  of  a  dawn, 
Beneath  whose  light  I  am  to  see, 
When  all  these  blinding  vails  are  drawn, 
This  was  the  wisest  path  for  me. 

99O 

1  Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 
The  fate  provided  by  thy  love  ; 

Tho'  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above,  [here, 

2  The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on, 
Though  these  frail  eyes  are  dimmed 

with  tears  ; 
The  hopes  of  earth  indeed  are  g*one, 
But  are  not  ours  the  immortal  years  ? 

3  Father  !  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 
Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time  : 
And  bid  my  soul,  on  angel  wings, 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime,    j.  r0ecoe. 


388  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

SILOAM.       C.  M. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


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2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No  !  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant : 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

COWPER. 
992 

i   O  Lord  !   I  would  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same  ; 
M  iy  I  with  this  he  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  No  good  in  (natures  can  be  found, 

But  id  iy  be  found  in  thee  ; 
I  in*  1  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
\\  liile  ()(»d  is  God  to  me. 
j   He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 
Will  here  all  good  provide  ; 
While  <  'hiist  is  rich,  «  an  I  be  poor? 
What  can  1  want  beside? 


5  O  Lord  !  I  cast  my  care  on  thee  ; 
I  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

Rylanp. 

993 

1  O  thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes  are  flown  ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 

Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too; 

5  Oh,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

I  >id  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  thro' the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above: 

6  Then   sorrow,  touched   by   thee,  grows 

bright, 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  iA'  light 

We  never  saw  by  day.  a  , >R] . 


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AFFLICTIONS     AND     ENCOURAGEMENTS.  389 

HELENA.        CM.  Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  When  groaning  on  my  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me  ! 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way  ; 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee  : 
Oh,  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day; 
For  good  remember  me  ! 

4  Distrest  in  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ! 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Hear,  and  remember  me  ! 

5  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  Name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be ; 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me  ! 

6  The  hour  is  near  ;  consigned  to  death 

I  own  the  just  decree  : 
"  Saviour !"  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,  "  Remember  me  !  " 

Thomas  Haweis. 

995 

1  One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one — 

When  I  am  wholly  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  almighty,  and  all-good, 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 


3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe  ; 
And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

5  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 

Of  nothing  long  possessed  ; 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 

For  this  is  not  my  rest.      Montgomery. 


996 


1  In  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God, 

Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way  ; 
And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

2  The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good, 

Which  prosperous  days  refused  ; 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  entire, 
Spread     fragrance    when    they    're 
bruised. 

3  The  oak  strikes  deeper,  as  its  boughs 

By  furious  blasts  are  driven  ; 
So  life's  tempestuous  storms  the  more 
Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 

4  All-gracious  Lord,  whate'er  my  lot 

In  other  times  may  be, 
I'll  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief 
That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 


3QO  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

NAOMI.       C.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


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2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ! 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

Steele. 


998 


1  "  Remember  me,"  my  Saviour  God, 

Whilst  here  on  earth  I  stay  ; 
Give  strength  to  bear  affliction's  rod, 
And  faith  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  "  Remember  me,"  when  fortune  smiles, 

And  scenes  are  bright  and  fair, 
Lest  I  should  fall,  through  Satan's  wiles, 
Beneath  his  baneful  snare. 

3  "  Remember  me  ;"  thy  voice  I'll  greet 

In  all  thy  dealings  here; 
Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 
And  I  shall  never  fear. 

4  "  Remember  me  ;"  stand  near  my  side, 

Where'er  my  lot  may  be  ; 
And  when  by  Jordan's  swelling  tide, 
()  Lord,  "remember  me." 

999 

1  Win  v  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 


'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Lather's  will ; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still. 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise. 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  Oh,  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 

G.  T.  Noel. 
IOOO 

1  Oh,  help  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
1 1  elp  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh,  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ! 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
( )h,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more! 

3  Oh,  help  us,  bather,  from  on  high, — 

We  know  no  help  but  thee ! 
<  >h,  help  us,  Lord,  to  live  and  die, 
And  thine  in  heaven  to  be!  milman. 


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ELIZABETHTOWN.       C.  M. 


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2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  Life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect,  how  Grace  Divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  sufferings  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  Fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their 
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Immediately  from  thee  !        toplady. 

I002 

1  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below ! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison,  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 


3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, — 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good.  Watts. 

IOO3 

1  When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell, 

My  soul  is  not  dismay'd  ; 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well, — 
"  'Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

2  When  black  the  threatening  skies  ap- 

pear 
And  storms  my  path  invade, 
Those  accents  tranquillize  each  fear, — 
"Tis  I  ;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  cross'd  ;    ' 

Saviour,  be  near  to  aid ! 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  toss'd, 
"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, 

Death  hides  within  its  shade  ; 
Oh  say,  when    flesh    and  heart  shall 
fail  — 
"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 


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2  Why  move  ye  thus,  with  lingering  tread, 

V  doubting,  mournful  band? 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head  ? 
Why  fails  the  feeble  hand? 

3  Oh!  weak  to  know  a  Saviour's  power, 

To  feel  a  Father's  care  ; 
A  moment's  toil,  a  passing  shower, 
Is  all  the  grief  ye  share. 

4  The  orb  of  light,  though  clouds  awhile 

May  hide  his  noon  tide  ray, 
Shall  soon  in  lovelier  beauty  smile 
To  gild  the  closing  day, — 

5  And,  bursting  through  the  dusky  shroud 

That  dared  his  power  invest, 
Ride  throned  in  light  o'er  every  cloud, 
Triumphant  to  his  rest. 

6  Then,  Christian,  dry  the  falling  tear, 

The  faithless  doubt  remove  ; 
Redeemed  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 
( )Ii  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 


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1005 

1  Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 

For  human  ministry  ; 

It  knows  not  how   to  tell  itself 

To  any  but  to  thee. 

2  Thou  dosl  remember  still,  amid 

The  glories  of  ( tod's  thr<  me, 


The  sorrows  of  mortality, — 
For  they  were  once  thine  own. 

3  Jesus  !  my  fainting  spirit  brings 

Its  fearfulness  to  thee  ! 
Thine  eye,  at  least,  can  penetrate 
The  clouded  mystery. 

4  It  is  enough,  my  precious  Lord, 

Thy  tender  sympathy ! 
My  every  sin  and  sorrow  can 

Devolve  itself  on  thee.  Bonar. 

I006 

i   Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 

And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

3  Christ    leads    me    through   no  darkei 

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Than  he  went  through  before  ; 
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Must  enter  by  this  door. 
.)    Come,    Lord,    when    grace   hath   made 
me  meet 
Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For,  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be  ? 


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NORTHFIELD.       C.  M. 


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2  If  he  is  mine,  then  from  his  love, 

He  every  trouble  sends  ; 
All  things  are  working  for  my  good, 
And  bliss  his  rod  attends. 

3  If  he  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell ; 
He  will  support  my  feeble  frame, 
Their  utmost  force  repel. 

4  If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, — 

Let  wealth  and  honors  flee — 
Sure  he,  who  giveth  me  himself, 

Is  more  than  these  to  me. 
If  he  is  mine,  I'll  boldly  pass 

Through  death's  tremendous  vale  ; 
He  is  a  solid  comfort,  when 

All  other  comforts  fail. 
6  Oh,  tell  me,  Lord  !  that  thou  art  mine ; 

What  can  I  wish  beside  ? 
My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 

When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 

Beddome.    Altered. 
IOO8 

i  Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears ; 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 

In  one  continued  stream. 
2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell : 

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His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  : 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

4  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting  ; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring.  beddome. 

IOO9 

1  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  gracious  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Doddridge. 


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SHAWMUT.       S.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


IOIO 

2  Thro'  waves,  thro'  clouds  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  his  time  ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
Bid  every  care  be  gone. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not ! 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

Gerhardt. 

IOII 

i   If,  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  thy  control : 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 

To  make  thy  will  our  own  ; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  bv  faith  alone. 


*  The  small  notes  are  /or  the  Organ. 

|  IOI2 
i  Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust? 


In  a  frail  form  of  clay, 
That  to  its  element  of  dust 
Must  soon  resolve  away  ? 

2  Where  wilt  thou  cast  thy  care  ? 

Upon  an  erring  heart, 
Which  hath  its  own  sore  ills  to  bear, 
And  shrinks  from  sorrow's  dart? 

3  No  !  place  thy  trust  above 

This  shadowy  realm  of  night, 
In  him,  whose  boundless  power  and  love 
Thy  confidence  invite. 

4  His  mercies  still  endure 

When  skies  and  stars  grow  dim, 
His  changeless  promise  standeth  sure, 
Go, — cast  thy  care  on  him. 

Mrs.  Sigournev. 
IOI3 

1  The  Lord  himself  will  keep 

His  people  safe  from  harm  ; 
Will  hold  the  helm,  and  guide  the  ship, 
With  his  almighty  arm. 

2  Then  let  the  tempest  roar, 

The  billows  heave  and  swell  ; 
We  hope  to  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Where  all  the  ransomed  dwell. 

3  And  when  we  gain  the  land. 

How  happy  shall  we  be! 
How  shall  we  bless  the  mighty  hand 
That  led  us  through  the  sea  1 


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We  are  not  far  from  home, 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see.  Toplady. 

IOl5 

1  Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 

Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting  I  cry,  "Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest !" 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  had  silent  hung : 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song 
Till  thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 


4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near ! 

On  thee  my  hopes  I  cast ; 
Oh  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last.        lyte. 

IOl6 

1  My  soul,  with  joy  attend, 

While  Jesus  silence  breaks  ; 
No  angel's  harp  such  music  yields, 
As  what  my  Shepherd  speaks. 

2  "  I  know  my  sheep,"  he  cries  • 

"  My  soul  approves  them  well : 
Vain  is  the  world's  delusive  guise, 
And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3  "  I  freely  feed  them  now 

With  tokens  of  my  love  ; 
But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams,  above. 

4  "  Unnumbered  years  of  bliss 

J  to  my  people  give  ; 
And  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5  "  This  tried,  almighty  hand 

Is  raised  for  their  defence ; 
Where  is  the  power  shall  reach  them 
there, 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence  ? " 

Doddridge. 


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2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to-day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

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Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour  !  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul ! 


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IOl8 

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Thy  loving-kindness  show, 
Thine  arms  around  me  throw, 
Each  trying  hour. 

Saviour,  I  look  to  thee, 
Feeble  as  infancy, 

Gird  up  my  heart. 
Author  of  life  and  light, 
Thou  hast  an  arm  of  might, 
Thine  is  the  sovereign  right, 

Thy  strength  impart. 

Saviour,  I  look  to  thee, 
Let  me  thy  fulness  see, 

Save  me  from  fear  ; 
While  at  thy  cross  I  kneel, 
All  my  backalidings  heal, 
And  a  free  pardon  seal, 

My  soul  to  cheer. 

Saviour,  I  '00k  to  thee, 
Thine  shall  the  glory  be, 

Hearer  of  prayer: 
Thou  art  my  only  aid, 
On  thee  my  soul  is  stayed, 
Naught  can  my  heart  invade, 

While  thou  art  near. 

Hastings. 


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IOI9 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne 
List'nest  to  thy  people's  moan ; 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Ev'ry  pang  thy  members  bear : 
Full  of  tenderness  thou  art, 
Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart ; 
Full  of  pow'r,  thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell. 

3  Mighty  to  redeem  and  save, 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave  ; 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riv'n,  . 
Open'd  wide  the  gate  of  heav'n  : 
Soon  in  glory  thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  thy  poor  pilgrims  home  ; 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be 

Ever,  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

I020 

1  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
.    When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 

When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 
Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear  : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

2  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary  hear  ! 

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Thou  hast  bo  .ved  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

3  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 
Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear  t 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

MlLMAlt. 

I02I 

1  Jesus,  grant  me  this  I  pray, 
Ever  in  thy  heart  to  stay ; 
Let  me  evermore  abide 
Hidden  in  thy  wounded  side. 
If  the  evil  one  prepare, 

Or  the  world,  a  tempting  snare, 

I  am  safe  when  I  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side.      * 

2  If  the  flesh,  more  dangerous  still, 
Tempt  my  soul  to  deeds  of  ill, 
Naught  I  fear  when  I  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 
Death  will  come  one  day  to  me  ; 
Jesus,  cast  me  not  from  thee  : 
Dying  let  me  still  abide 
In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


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2  Everything  we  love  and  cherish 

Hastens  onward  to  the  grave  ; 
Earthly  joys  and  pleasures  perish, 

And  whate'er  the  world  e'er  gave  : 
All  is  fading,  all  is  fleeing ; 

Earthly  flames  must  cease  to  glow, 
Earthly  beings  cease  from  being, 

Earthly  blossoms  cease  to  blow. 

3  Yet  unchanged  while  all  decayeth, 

Jesus  stands  upon  the  dust ; 
Lean  on  me  alone,  he  sayeth  ; 

Hope  and  love,  and  firmly  trust ! 
Oh,  abide,  abide  with  Jesus, 

Who  himself  forever  lives, 
Who  from  death  eternal  frees  us, 

Yea,  who  life  eternal  gives  ! 

I023 

1  Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed 
us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 


Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near. 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
When  this  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Hastings. 
1024 

i  Jesus,  I  am  never  weary, 

When  upon  the  bed  of  pain  ; 
If  thy  presence  only  cheer  me, 
All  my  loss  I  count  but  gain : 

Ever  near  me — 
Ever  near  me,  Lord,  remain  ! 

2   Dear  ones  come  with  fruit  and  flowers, 
Thus  to  cheer  my  heart  the  while 
In  the  deeply  anxious  hours  ; — 
Hut  it  is  not  Jesus'  smile  ! 

Only  Jesus 
Can  my  trembling  fears  beguile. 


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399 


3  Dearest  Saviour  !  go  not  from  me  ; 
Let  thy  presence  still'  abide  : 
Look  in  tenderest  love  upon  me — 
As  I'm  nestling  in  thy  side : 

Dearest  Saviour ! — 
Who  for  suffering  sinners  died. 


4  Both  mine  arms  I'll  clasp  around  thee, 
And  my  head  upon  thy  breast ; 
For  my  weary  soul  has  found  thee 
Such  a  perfect,  perfect  rest. 

Dearest  Saviour, 
Now  I  know  that  I  am  blest! 

Mrs.  Weiss. 


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And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay ; 
Thou  shalt  conquer 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee 

From  without  and  from  within ; 

*  May  be  sung  also  to  Tunt  on  ofifiosite  j>age. 


Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin ; 
He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ; 
Therefore  praise  him, 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

Fawcett. 


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With  the  sins  of  all  my  youth, 
And  condemns  me  with  untruth — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

5  When  the  judgment  is  reveal'd, 
And  that  opened  which  was  seal'd, 
When  to  thee  I  have  appeal'd — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

Vaughn. 


I026 

2  When  I  lie  within  my  bed, 
Sick  in  heart,  and  sick  in  head, 
And  with  doubts  disquieted — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

3  When  the  house  doth  sigh  and  weep, 
And  the  world  is  drowned  in  sleep, 
Yet  mine  eyes  the  watch  do  keep — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 


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2  When  the  secret  idol  's  gone 

That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon, — 
1  desolate,  bereft,  alone, 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

3  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  tin-  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  thy  love  confide  ; 
S.r.  iour,  '  '.in fort  me  ! 


4  Comfort  me  ;  I  am  cast  down 
By  my  heavenly  Father's  frown  ; 
I  deserve  it  all,  I  own : 

Saviour,  comfort  me  ! 

5  So  it  shall  be  good  for  me 
Much  afflicted  now  to  be, 
\{  thou  wilt  but  tenderly, 

Saviour,  comfort  me  ! 


AFFLICTIONS     AND     ENCOURAGEMENTS, 


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1028 

2  We  are  thine,  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  Guardian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear,  oh  hear  us,  when  we  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 


Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free 

Blessed  Jesus, 
We  will  early  turn  to  thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 
Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  thy-  love  our  bosoms  fill. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

32  G.  DUFFIDLD. 


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1029 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

Wm.   Williams. 
[O3O 

1    Holy  Father,  thou  hast  taught  mo 
1  should  live  to  thee  alone  ; 
Year  by  year,  thy  hand  hath  brought  me 
On  through  dangers  oft  unknown. 


When  I  wandered,  thou  hast  found  me  : 

When  I  doubted,  sent  me  light, 
Still  thine  arm  has  been  around  me, 

All  my  paths  were  in  thy  sight. 
In  the  world  will  foes  assail  me, 

Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I  ; 
And  the  strife  may  never  fail  me, 

Well  I  know,  before  I  die. 
Therefore,  Lord,  I  come,  believing 

Thou  canst  give  the  power  I  need  ; 
Through  the  prayer  of  faith  receiving 

Strength — the  Spirit's   strength,  in- 
deed. 
I  would  trust  in  thy  protecting, 

Wholly  rest  upon  thine  arm  ; 
Follow  wholly  thy  directing, 

Thou,  mine  only  guard  from  harm  ! 
Keep  me  from  mine  own  undoing, 

Help  me  turn  to  thee  when  tried, 
Still  my  footsteps,  Father,  viewing, 

Keep  me  ever  at  thy  side 


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IO3  I 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  Guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide  ; 

Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  Determined  to  save,  he  watched  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death ; 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to  shame  ? 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine,  food ; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before  long, 

And  then,  oh  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song !  Newton. 

1032 

1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  his  word  is  our  stay ; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom  can  we  fear  ? 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the  faint ; 

The  weak  and  oppressed,  he  will  hear  their  complaint ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 
But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in  God. 

3  And  to  his  green  pastures  our  footsteps  he  leads ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  he  feeds ! 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly  bears, 

And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe  from  the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God  is  our  Light ; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is  our  Might ; 
So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we  come  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven  is  our  home.  j.  h.  Danby. 


404 


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io33 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh,  be  not  dismayed, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  I  will  still  give  thee  aid  : 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply, 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 

And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not — I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul — though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 


I'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake  !  " 


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AFFLICTIONS     AND     ENCOURAGEMENTS.  405 

AGATE.      Concluded. 


He  lead-eth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow,  Restores  me  when  wand'ring,  redeems  when  oppressed. 

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IO34 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death,  though  I  stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 

Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  ; 
With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth  o'er ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head  ; 

Oh  !  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ?  Montgomery. 

I035 

1  I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God  ; 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load  ; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ  on  the  tree, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  seemed  nothing  to  me. 

2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light  from  on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me  ;  I  trembled  to  die  : 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see  : 
Jehovah,  thou  only  my  Saviour  must  be  ! 

3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  his  sweet  name  ; 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I  came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain,  so  copious  and  free : 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to  me. 

4  Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and  boast ; 
Jehovah  my  Saviour,  I  ne'er  can  be  lost : 

In  thee  I  shall  conquer,  by  flood  and  by  field, 

Jehovah  my  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield  !  McCheyne. 

IO36 

1  Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 

The  Scripture  assures  us  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2  No  strength  of  our  own,  no  goodness  we  claim, 

Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Redeemer's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide, — 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 


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1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  rny  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  .1  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


3  Fly  me,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

Whilst  I  that  coast  explore  ; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more  ! 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home  ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night ; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  1 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Seagkave. 


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2  Ye  saints  !  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display,  [feet, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat ; 
He  snatch'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

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For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

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3  Oh !  when  will  the  period  appear 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ! 
I  want — oh  !  I  want  to  be  there, 

To  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you  ! 

De  Fleury. 
I039 

i  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power, — 


Dissolve  thou  those  bands  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 

Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free  ! 

When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline, 
Oh  !  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed, 

And   round   me  thy  brightness  be 
poured ! 
I  shall  meet  him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

And  then,  nevermore  shall  the  fears, 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 

Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose  : 
To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope. 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne  ! 

COWPER. 


408  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

ANGELS'    WELCOME. 


Rev.  R.  Lowry. 


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2  It  is  not  for  thee  to  be  seeking  thy  bliss, 
And  building  thy  hopes  in  a  region  like  this ; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled ; 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

3  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may  grow, 
I  would  not  recline  upon  roses  below  ; 

I  ask  not  my  portion,  1  seek  not  my  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  for  ever  on  Jesus'  breast. 

4  Afflictions  may  press  me,  they  cannot  destroy — 
One  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into  joy; 
And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but  on  them, 
Like  div.  in  the  sunshine,  grow  diamond  and  gem. 


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3  With  Him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 

For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word  ; 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 
Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord. 

4  But  when,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fullness  of  rapture  I  find — 
My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee  ! 

5  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove. 

6  Physician  of  souls  !  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give  ; 
And  when  from  the  body  set  free, 
Oh  then  to  that  city  receive  ! 

C.  Wesley. 
I042 

i  Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 
We  soon  shall  recover  our  home  ; 


The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 

The  day  of  eternity  come. 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode  ; 
The  house  of  our  Father  above — 

The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 
Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  word. 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord : 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air : 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin  ; 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there. 
By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  : 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold  ; 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear. 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

(/.  Wesley. 


4I0  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 

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Our  heavenly  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
Cho. — For  oh,  we  stand,  etc. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 


I'M     A     PILGRIM 


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Cho. — For  oh,  we  stand,  etc. 

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Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says,  come,  and  there's  our 
Forever,  oh,  forever  !  [home, 

Cho. — For  oh,  we  stand,  etc. 

D.  Nelson. 


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2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining ! 

Oh,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart 

is  there !  [dreary, 

Here    in    this    country   so    dark    and 

I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary: 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 


There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer   is   its 

light ! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying ! 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc.        Mrs.  Dana. 


SHALL     WE     GATHER    AT     THE     RIVER. 


Rev.  R.  Lowry. 


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2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy  golden  day. 

3  On  the  bosom  of  the  river, 

Where  the  Saviour-king  we  own, 
We  shall  meet,  and  sorrow  never 
'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne. 

4  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 


Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 

At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Rippling  with  the  Saviour's  face, 

Saints,  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  shall  cease, 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver, 
With  the  melody  of  Peace. 

R.  Lowrv, 


412  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 

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2  What  though  the  tempest  rage  ! 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 


3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heavenis  my  home  ! 
I  shall  be  glorified  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  love  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

T.  R.  Taylor. 


BEYOND     THE     RIVER. 


David  A.  Warden. 


I.  Shall  we  meet  be   -    yond    the        river,  Where  the  surges     cease     to         roll— r 


Where  the  blessed. .   sing     for   -   ever,  Songs  that  fill  the.  .      rap  -  tured    soul? 


Beautiful  effect  !y  omiaion  cf  JDasf,  r.r.J  ppp  is  the  response. 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED, 


413 


IO47 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  |  that  blest  |  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  |  voyage  is  |  o'er  ? 
Shall  we  meet  and  |  cast  the  |  anchor, 
By  the  fair  ce-  |  lestial  |  shore  ! 

3  Shall  we  meet  in  |  yonder  |  city, 

Where  the  towers  of  |  crystal  |  shine, 
Where  the  walls  are  |  all  of  |  jasper, 
Built  by  I  workmanship  |  divine  ? 

4  Where  the  music  |  of  the  |  ransomed 

Rolls  its  I  harmony  |  around, 


And  creation  |  swells  the  |  chorus, 
With  its  sweet  me- 1  lodious  |  sound  ? 

5  Shall  we  meet  with  |  many  a  |  loved  one, 

That  was  torn  from  |  our  em- 1  brace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  |  to  their  |  voices, 
And  behold  them  |  face  to  |  face  ? 

6  Shall  we  meet  with  |  Christ  our  j  Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  |  claim  his  |  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  |  blessed  |  favor, 
And  sit  down  up-  |  on  his  ]  throne  ? 

H.  L.  Hastings. 


LOOKING     HOME.       P.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 
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2 -Soon  the  glorious  day  will  dawn, 
Heavenly  pleasures  bringing ; 
Night  will  be  exchanged  for  morn, 
Sighs  give  place  to  singing. 
Looking  home  !  looking  home  ! 

Toward  the  heavenly  mansions 
Jesus  hath  prepared  for  me 
In  his  Father's  kingdom  ! 
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With  this  load  of  sin  and  care, 

Then  no  longer  bending, 

But  with  waiting  angels  there 

On  our  soul  attending : — 

Blessed  home  !  blessed  home? 
All  for  which  we're  sighing ; 
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To  our  Father's  kingdom  ! 


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CHRISTIAN     VICTOR.       lOs. 


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2  Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed  on  before  ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore  ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  thro'  death's  chilling  gloom: 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors  !  I  fear  not  the  blow ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb! 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  scepter  be  gone  j 
Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


W.    IIUNTHR. 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED. 
NO     SORROW     THERE.       S.  M. 


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In  endless,  joyous  strains. 

There'll  be  no  sorrow  there,  etc. 

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And  through  the  storms  of  life 
My  way  pursue. 

3  Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide, 

And  all  my  steps  attend, 


Oh  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

Be  thou  my  friend. 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun, 

My  Saviour  and  my  guard, 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

My  great  reward. 


416 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


HOME.       lis. 


First  time-     Second. 


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And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease  ! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee  ; 
Though  now  my  temptation  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

Oh  give  me  submission,  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine  ; 

And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 


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When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there ! 

3  Oh,  glorious  hour  !  oh,  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 


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But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

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And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there ! 

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THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


WE'RE     NEARER     HOME. 


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SAFE     WITHIN     THE     VAIL. 


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From  the  bright  immortal  bands. — Chorus. 

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Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 
Why  still  delay  ? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye. 


3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 
Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 
Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then,  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won-, 
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421 


CANAAN. 


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There  '11  be,  etc. 


3  Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 

But  when  we  join  the  heavenly  train, 
There  '11  be,  etc. 


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He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand, 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  etc. 

Pain  or  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 

But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  etc. 


Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 

Shout  for  gladness,  oh,  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn  ! 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  etc. 

Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory! 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go ; 
Zion's  gate  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  etc. 

W.  Hunter. 


422 


ROTHWELL 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 
L.   M. 


Arranged  by  L.  Mason. 


i.  Now  let  our  souls,  on   wings  sublime.  Rise  from  the  van  -  i  -  ties_ 


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2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

\  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy 'd  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 
Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Gibbons. 
I06l 

i   And  may  I  hope,  that  when  no  more 
My  pulse  shall  beat  with  life  below, 
I  shall  the  God  of  grace  adore, 
And  all  the  bliss  of  glory  know? 

2  I,  who  deserve  no  place  but  hell, 
No  portion  but  devouring  fire, 

Shall  I  with  Christ  my  Saviour  dwell, 
Possessed  of  all  I  now  desire  ? 

3  Will  Jesus  own  a  wretch  like  me? 
And  tell  to  saints  and  angels  round, 
That  when  he  suffered  on  the  tree, 
My  sins  augmented  every  wound? 

4  Will  he  from  life's  eternal  book 

To  earth  and  heaven  proclaim  my  name  ; 

( )n  me,  as  on  his  «  hosen,  look. 

And  make  my  lot  with  theirs  the  s  ime? 


5  He  will !  I  read  it  in  his  word, 
And  in  my  heart  the  witness  feel : 
I  shall  be  with,  and  like  my  Lord, 
Though  sin  oppose  in  league  with  hell ! 

IO62 

1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove ; 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  ; 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  Oh,  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with 

light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 
And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall : 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the 

Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  ( )h,  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumph  of  their  King  ! 
<>  When  shall  the  dav,  dear  Lord,  appear. 
That  I  shall  mount,  to  dwell  above; 
And  stand,  and  bow,  among  them  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love! 

Watts. 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED 
MIGDOL.       L.  M. 


423 
L.  Mason. 


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Released  from  sin,  and  toil,  and  grief, 
Death  was  their  gate  to  endless  life  ; 
An  opened  cage,  to  let  them  fly 
And  build  their  happy  nest  on  high. 
And  now  they  range  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  sing  their  hymns  in  melting  strains ; 
And  now  their  souls  begin  to  prove 
The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 
He  cheers  them  with  eternal  smile  ; 
They  sing  hosannas  all  the  while  ; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  rapture  sweet, 
Sink  down  adoring  at  his  feet. 
Ah  !  Lord  !  with  tardy  steps  I  creep, 
And  sometimes  sing,  and  sometimes 

weep ; 
Yet  strip  me  of  this  house  of  clay, 
And  I  will  sing  as  loud  as  they. 

John  Berridge. 
O64 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

While  he  surveys  the  much-loved  spot 
He  slights  the  space  that  lies  between ; 
His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 

Thus  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 


The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers ; 
No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past, 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 
'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day  ; 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  he  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 


IO65 


Newton. 


There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 

In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 

So  bright,  that  all  which  spreads  be- 

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Is  with  its  radiant  glories  fraught. 

A  land,  upon  whose  blissful  shore 
There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain  ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no 

more, 
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Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 
With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 
There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 
Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  paradise  of  God. 

G.  Robins. 


424 


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1066 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers  ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shivering,  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! — 

6  Could   we   but   climb    where    Moses 

stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold 

flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Watts. 
IO67 

i  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 


4  No     chilling    winds,    nor     poisonous 

breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though    Jordan's   waves    around   me 
roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

Stennett. 

1068 

1  Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear, 

Thou  glorious  Star  of  day  ! 
Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  nig' it, 
With  all  our  tears,  away. 

2  No  resting  place  we  seek  on  earth, 

No  loveliness  we  see  ; 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown, 
Prepared  for  us  and  thee. 

3  But,  clearest  Lord,  however  bright 

That  crown  of  joy  above, 
What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelling  in  thy  love  ? 

4  Wliat  to  the  joy,  the  deeper  joy, 

Unmingled,  pure,  and  free, 
Of  union  with  our  living  Head, 
Of  fellowship  with  thee  ? 

5  This  joy  e'en  now  on  earth  is  ours ; 

But  only,  Lord,  above, 
Our  hearts,  without  a  pang,  shall  know 
The  fullness  of  thy  love. 

6  There,  near  thy  heart,  upon  the  throne, 

Thy  ransomed  bride  shall  see 
What  grace  was  in  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
Who  died  to  make  her  free. 

Denny. 


426  THE    CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

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2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ! 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast.      Watts. 

IO7O 

T  Lo !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eves! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2   From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  re- 
sides, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 


The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing — 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ! 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "His  own  kind  hand   shall   wipe   Ihfl 

tears 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 

fears, 
And  death  itself,  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  oh,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

Watts. 


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And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  forever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen  ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move  ; 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  The  more  thy  glories  strike  my  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high.  Watts. 

IO72 

1  There  is  a  world  of  perfect  bliss 

Above  the  starry  skies  ; 
Oppressed  with  sorrows  and  with  sins. 
I  thither  lift  my  eyes. 

2  'Tis  there  the  weary  are  at  rest, 

And  all  is  peace  within  ; 
The  mind,  with  guilt  no  more  oppressed, 
Is  tranquil  and  serene. 


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3  Discord  and  strife  are  banished  thence, 

Distrust  and  slavish  fear  ; 
No  more  we  hear  the  pensive  sigh, 
Or  see  the  falling  tear. 

4  Farewell  to  earth  and  earthly  things : 

In  vain  they  tempt  my  stay : 
Come,  angels,  spread  your  joyfu'  wings, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

Beddome. 

1073 

1  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee, 

We  seek  thy  bleeding  side, 
Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  thee 
Shall  evermore  abide. 

2  Then  let  the  thundering  trumpet  sound, 

The  latest  lightning  glare  ; 
The  mountains  melt ;  the  solid  ground 
Dissolve  as  liquid  air ; 

3  The  huge,  celestial  bodies  roll, 

Amidst  that  general  fire  ; 
And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 
And  all  in  smoke  expire  ! 

4  Sublime  upon  his  azure  throne, 

He  speaks — the  Almighty  Word; 
His  fiat  is  obeyed  !  'tis  done  ; 
And  Paradise  restored ! 

5  So  be  it !  let  this  system  end, 

This  ruined  earth  and  skies ; 
The  New  Jerusalem  descend, 
The  New  Creation  rise. 

C-  Wesley. 


,23  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 

GASTON.       C.  M. 


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3  There,  on  a  high,  majestic  throne, 

Th'  Almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down 

On  all  the  blissful  plains. 
^  Bright,  like  a  sun,  the  Saviour  sits, 

And  spreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 

To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

4  Amidst  those  ever-shining  skies 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove  ; 
While  banished  sin  and  sorrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

5  But  oh,  what  beams  of  heavenly  grace 

Transport  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  thousand  smiles  from  Jesus'  face, 
And  love  in  every  smile  ! 

6  Jesus,  and  when  shall  that  clear  day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay, 
To  dwell  among  them  there  ? 

Watts. 
I075 

i   WHEN  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 
And  tempests  rend  the  skies  ; 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; — 

2   Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  Til  stand, 
And  strike  a  tuneful  song  ; 
My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
And  all  inspired  my  tongue. 


3  Fll  shout  aloud,  "Ye  thunders,  roll, 

And  shake  the  sullen  sky  ; 
Your  sounding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole, 
In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4  "  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 

And  clouds  the  heavens  deform  ; 
Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place, 
And  rush  the  final  storm  !  " 

5  Come  quickly,  blessed  Lord,  appear— 

Bid  the  swift  chariot  fly  ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

6  Around  thy  wheels,  in  the  glad  throng 

Fd  bear  a  joyful  part  ; 
All  halleluiah  on  my  tongue — 
All  rapture  in  my  heart.  byles 


I  IO76 


1  There's  nothing  round  these  painted 

skies, 
Or  round  this  dusty  clod, 
Nothing,  my  soul,  that's  worth  thy  joys, 
Or  lovely  as  thy  God. 

2  'Tis  heaven  on  earth  to  taste  his  love, 

To  feel  his  quickening  grace  ; 
And  all  the  heaven  I  hope  above 
Is  but  to  see  his  face. 

3  Why  move  my  years  in  slow  delay  ? 

O  God  of  ages  why  ? 
Let  the  spheres  cleave,  and  mark  my 
way 
To  the  superior  sky.  Watts. 


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And  grief  no  more  complains  : 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  Oh  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above  ! 

Steele. 
1079 

i  Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground — - 
We  seek  that  promised  soil ; 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can 
raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  The  flowers  that  spring  along  the  road 

We  scarcely  stoop  to  pluck  ; 

We  walk  o'er  beds  of  shining  ore, 

Nor  waste  one  wishful  look. 

4  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod  ; 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore  ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

Barbauld. 


1077 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed  ; 
My    soul,    that    springs    beyond    thy 
sphere, 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display, 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes  ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 

With  infinite  delight.  Doddridge. 

1078 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 

Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land ;  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  joys  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 
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THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE 


EDMESTON.       C.  M. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


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1080 

2  May  not  an  exile,  Lord,  desire, 

Hi5  own  sweet  land  to  see? 
May  not  a  captive  seek  release, 
A  prisoner,  to  be  free  ? 

3  A  child,  when  far  away,  may  long 

For  home  and  kindred  dear; 
And  she  that  waits  her  absent  lord 
May  sigh  till  he  appear. 

4  I  fain  would  strike  my  harp  divine, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
There  cast  my  crown  of  Righteousness, 
And  sing  what  grace  has  done  ! 

5  Ah  !  leave  me  not  in  this  base  world, 

A  stranger  still  to  roam  ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  take  me  to  thyself; 
Come,  Jesus,  quickly  come! 

RnnEKT  C.  Chapman. 
I08l 

i  Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven  ! 
Oh,  for  the  golden  floor  ! 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Thai  setteth  nevermore ! 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  soon  they  tire  and  faint! 
How  man)-  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 
Thai  wrap'-,  an  earthly  saint  ! 

3  ( Hi,  lor  a  heart  that  never  sins! 

<  )h,  for  a  soul  washed  white  ! 
<  )h,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary  day  nor  nighl  ' 


Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 
And  grace  to  lead  us  higher ! 

But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace, 
Beyond  our  best  desire. 

Oh,  by  thy  love  and  anguish,  Lord, 
And  by  thy  life  laid  down, 

Grant  that  we  fail  not  of  thy  grace, 
Nor  fail  to  reach  our  crown  ! 

C.  F.  Alexander. 
082 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray  ; 

And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  clay, 

Or  night  is  never  seen. 

Far  up  the  everlasting  hills     . 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies  : 
Ilis  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 

With  joy  that  never  dies. 

One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 
Divides  that  land  from  this: 

I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save  ■ 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

Soon  at  his  feet  my  soul  will  lie 
In  life's  last  struggling  breath; 

But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

bar  from  this  guilty  world  to  be 
Exempt  from  toil  and  strife  — 

To  spend  eternity  with  thee — 

My  Saviour,  this  is  life  !  east. 


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2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, — 
When   tossed    on    life's   tempestuous 

shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 


And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven  ! 

W.  B.  Tappan. 


WOODLAND. 


C.  M. 


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These  from  great  affliction  came  : 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb,  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs; 

Perfect  love  dispel  all  fears  ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

Mon  rGOMl  RY, 

1085 

;    High  In  yonder  realms  of  light. 
Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above  ; 


Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Immanuel's  love: 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

2  But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Passed  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more — 

Never,  never  weep  again  : 
'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark,  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose: 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows: 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day. 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest.  raffles. 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED, 


43: 


BEAUTIFUL     CITY. 

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T-  J.  Cook. 


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1086 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white  ; 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir. 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshiping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show ; 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 


Beautiful  all  who  enter  there  : 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet, 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing  ; 
Beautiful  rest — all  wanderings  cease — 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  : 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see, 
Haste  to  his  heavenly  home  with  me^ 

George  Gill. 


434  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

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1  Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest! 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest : 
I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Conjubilant  with  snug, 
\inl  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

An  1  all  tin-  martyr  throng. 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them  ; 
The  daylighl  is  serene  ; 

pastures  of  the  blessed 
Are  de<  ked  in  glorious  sheen. 
74 


There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  e'er  see  thy  face? 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace? 
Exult,  ( )  dust  and  ashes  ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part, 
His  only,  his  forever 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art  ! 

BbRNAKOi 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED. 
GOING     HOME.       L,  M. 


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2   My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky : 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 
I'm  going  home,  etc. 

NEWARK.      8s  &  4s. 


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I'm  going  home,  etc. 

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2  My  bark  is  wafted  on  the  strand 

By  breath  divine, 
And  on  the  helm  there  rests  a  Hand 
Other  than  mine. 

3  One  who  has  known  in  storms  to  sail 

I  have  on  board  ; — 
Above  the  ravings  of  the  gale 
I  have  mv  Lord. 


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4  He  holds  me  when  the  billows  smite  : 

I  shall  not  fall ; 
If  sharp,  'tis  short ;  if  long,  'tis  light  r 
He  tempers  all. 

5  Safe  to  the  land  ! — safe  to  the  land  ! 

The  end  is  this  ; 
And  then  with  him  go  hand  in  hand 
Far  into  bliss. 


436 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


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3  Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There    happier   bowers    than    Eden's 

bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blest  seats!  through  rude  and  stormy 

scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I  Ye  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realm.-,  of  endless  day. 

6  .Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Chrisl  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 


7  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

I  O9  I 

1  Fair  vision  !  how  thy  distant  gleam 

Brightens  time's  saddest  hue! 
Far  fairer  than  the  fairest  dream, 
And  yet  how  strangely  true! 

2  With  thee  in  view,  how  poor  appear 

The  world's  most  winning  smiles  ! 
Vain  is  the  tempter's  subtlest  snare, 
And  vain  hell's  varied  wiles. 

3  Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain, 

And  welcome  sorrow  too  ; 

All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 
With  such  a  pri/e  in  view. 

COXAB, 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED 
THE     OTHER     SIDE. 


437 


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2  The  other  side  !  oh,  happy  place, 
Where  saints  in  joy  past  times  retrace, 

And  think  of  trials  gone, 
The  veil  withdrawn,  they  clearly  see, 
That  all  on  earth  had  need  to  be, 

To  bring  them  safely  home. 

3  The  other  side  !  oh  charming  side  ! 
Along  its  banks  still  waters  glide, 

And  many  a  loved  one  waits  ; 
68 


Across  the  stream  they  call  to  me, 
"  Fear  not — we  stay  to  welcome  thee 
Beside  the  pearly  gates." 

4  The  other  side  !  the  other  side  ! 

Who  would  not  brave  the  swelling  tide 

Of  earthly  toil  and  care, 
To  wake  one  day,  when  life  is  past, 
Over  the  stream,  at  home  at  last, 

With  all  the  bless'd  ones  there  ? 


438 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


BEAUTIFUL     LAND. 


R.  Lowry. 


U>  ^     I  >     U     U  •» /  i„>  ^. 

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439 


IO93 

2  Jerusalem,  forever  free,     Chorus. 

The  soul's  sweet  home  of  liberty !     Chorus. 

The  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe, 

The  ransomed  there  will  never  know.      Chorus. 

3  Jerusalem,  forever  clear,     Chorus. 

Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear.      Chorus. 

And  when  we  tread  thy  lovely  shore, 

We'll  sing  the  song  we've  sung  before.      Chorus. 


AROUND     THE     THRONE.       C.   M. 


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4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood, 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 
Singing,  etc. 

5  On  earth  they  sought  theSaviour's  grace,, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name ; 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 
Singing,  etc. 

Anna  Shepherd. 


IO94 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade, 
Singing,  etc. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heav'n  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  ; 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing,  etc. 


440 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


ONE     SWEETLY     SOLEMN     THOUGHT. 

From  "  Holbrook's  Quartet  and  Chorus  Choir. 


I095 

i.  One  sweetlv  solemn  thought  Comes  to  me. 

2.  Nearer  the  bound  of  life,  Where  we  lay  our 

3.  Father,  perfect  my  trust !  Strengthen  the.  . . 

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HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED. 


BAXTER.      6s. 


441 

U.    C.    BURNAP. 


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2  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  burdens  are  laid  down, 
Nearer  to  leave  die  cross, 

And  nearer  to  the  crown ; 
But  lying  dark  between, 

And  winding  through  the  night, 
The  deep  and  unknown  stream 

Crossed  ere  we  reach  the  light. 

WHAT     THEN?       Chant, 


3  Jesus,  confirm  my  trust ; 

Strengthen  the  hand  of  faith 
To  feel  thee,  when  I  stand 

Upon  the  shore  of  death. 
Be  near  me  when  my  feet 

Are  slipping  o'er  the  brink  ; 
For  I  am  nearer  home, 

Perhaps,  than  now  I  think. 


Phcebe  Carv. 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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1  After  the  Christian's  tears, 
After  his  |  fights  and  |  fears, 
After  his  weary  cross, 

"All  things  be-  |  low  but  |  loss." 
What  —  I  then  ?  what  |  then  ? 

2  Oh,  then,  a  holy  calm, 
Resting  on  |  Jesus'  |  arm  ; 
Oh,  then,  a  j  deeper  |  love 
For  the  '»pure  |  home  a-  |  bove. 

3  After  this  holy  calm, 

This  rest  on  j  Jesus'  |  arm  ; 


After  this  deepened  love 

For  the  pure  |  home  a-  |  bove, 

What  —  I  then  ?  what  |  then  ? 

4  Oh,  then,  a  work  for  him, 
Perishing  |  souls  to  |  win  ; 
Then  Jesus'  |  presence  |  near, 
Death's  —  |  darkest  ■  hour  to  |  cheer. 

5  And  when  the  work  is  done, 
When  the  last  |  soul  is  |  won, 
When  Jesus'  love  and  power 
Have  cheered  the  |  dying  I  hour, 

What  —  {  then  ?  what  f  then  ? 


442 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


HALLELUJAH. 

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IO98 


2  Like  the  sound  of  the  sea  swells  their  chorus  of  praise 
Round  the  star-circled  crown  of  the  Ancient  of  Days 
And  thrones  and  dominions  re-echo  the  strain 

Of  glory  eternal  to  him  that  was  slain. — Cho. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  may  we,  with  our  voices  so  faint, 
Sing  the  chorus  celestial  with  angel  and  saint? 
Vi  5,  yes,  we  will  sing,  and  thine  ear  we  will  gain 

With  the  song  of  redemption — "The  Lamb  that  was  slain. — Cho. 

4  Now  let  our  Ik  arts  and  our  voices  unite 
In  loud  hallelujahs  with  angels  in  light  ; 
To  Jesus  we'll  sing  that  melodious  strain, 

The  song  of  redemption — "The  Lamb  that  was  slain." — Cho. 

K.    S.    l'ORTER 


HEAVEN     ANTICIPATED. 
SPANISH     HYMN.       6s  &  Ss. 


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To  those  which  ne'er  decay,  for  life  is  ending. 

3  So  when  our  mortal  ties  death  shall  dissever, 

Lord,  may  we  reach  the  skies  where  care  comes  never, 

And  in  eternal  day,  joining  the  angels'  lay, 
To  our  Creator  pay  homage  forever. 

4  When  in  their  lonely  bed  loved  ones  are  lying ; 
When  joyful  wings  are  spread  to  heaven  flying ; 

Would  we  to  sin  and  pain  call  back  their  souls  again5 
Weave  round  their  hearts  the  chain  severed  in  dying  ? 

5  No,  dearest  Jesus,  no ;  to  thee,  their  Saviour, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go,  ransomed  forever : 

Heirs  of  unending  joy,  theirs  is  the  victory; 
Thine  let  the  glory  be,  now  and  forever. 


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THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 


REST.       L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear — no  woe— shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be: 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 

Mrs.  Mackay. 

I  IOI 

i  I  )i.  \k  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 
And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits  pour; 
Oh,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep? — 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

i  Secure  from  every  mortal  care, 
By  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more, 
Eternal  happiness  they  share 
Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

^  To  Zion's  peaceful  courts  above 
In  faith  triumphant  may  we  soar. 


Embracing  in  the  arms  of  love, 

The  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

To  Jordan's  bank  whene'er  we  come, 

And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar, 

Jesus,  convey  us  safely  home, 

To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

■  II02 

i   How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 
How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  : 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  clay ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  pro- 
found 
Which  the  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  wnd  fears, 
Where    lights    and     shades     alternate 

dwell  ;  [pears  ! 

How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  ap- 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell  ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  Mies, 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How    blest    the    righteous   when    he 

dies  !  '  Barbauld. 


DEATH-    AND     IMMORTALITY. 


445 


ZEPHYR.      L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

Qh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in- 

haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed  ! 

Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there  ! 

Watts. 
IO4. 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day, 
When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
And  when  the  sun,  with  cloudless  ray 
Sheds  mellow  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour  ; 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 

When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with 

power, 
Sustains  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 

Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, 
That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek : 
They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 
In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 
Who  would  not  wish  to  die  like  those 
Whom  God's  own  Spirit  deigns  to  bless  ? 
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To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 
Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness  ? 

Bathurst, 

Say,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for 

those 
Who  safe  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore? 
Released  from  all  their  hurtful  foes, 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 
How  many  painful  days  on  earth 
Their  fainting  spirits  numbered  o'er  ! 
Now  they  enjoy  a  heavenly  birth  ; 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 
Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 
And    sweet   the    strain   which    angels 

pour ; 
Oh,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 

IO6 

Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted  dead, 
Go  to  thy  longed  for,  happy  home  ! 
The  tears  of  man  are  o'er  thee  shed  ; 
The  voice  of  angels  bids  thee  come. 
If  life  be  not  in  length  of  days, 
In  silvered  locks  and  furrowed  brow, 
But  living  to  the  Saviour's  praise, 
How  few  have  lived  so  long  as  thou ! 
Tho'  earth  may  boast  one  gem  the  less, 
May  not  e'en  heaven  the  richer  be  ? 
And  myriads  on  thy  footsteps  press, 
To  share  thy  blest  eternity. 

J.  N.  Brown* 


4^.6  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

ROSEDALE.       L.   M. 


G.  F.  Root. 


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Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires, 
Had  ever  spurned  at  heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quenched  its  sacred  fires. 

3  Yet  the  sad  hour  that  took  the  boy 
Perhaps  has  spared  a  heavier  doom — 
Snatched  him  from  scenes  of  guilty  joy,  1 
Or  from  the  pangs  of  ills  to  come. 

4  He  died  to  sin  ;  he  died  to  care  ; 
But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod  ; 
Then,  rising  on  the  viewless  air  ; 
Spread   his   light  wings,  and  soared  to 

vjOCl.  Cunningham. 

IIO8 

i   Oh  stay  thy  tears  ;  for  they  are  blest, 
Whose  days  are  past,  whose    toil    is 

done  ; 
Here  midnight  care  disturbs  our  rest  ; 
Here  sorrow  dims  the  noonday  sun. 

2  How  blest  are  they  whose  transient 

years 
Pass  like  an  everting  meteor's  flight  ! 
Not  dark  with  guilt,  nor  dim  with  tears  ; 
Whose     course     is     short,    unclouded, 

bright. 

3  Oh,  cheerless  were  our  lengthened  way  ; 
lint   heaven's   own    light   dispels   the 

gloom, 
Streams  downward  from  eternal  day, 
And  casts  a  glory  round  the  tomb. 


4  Oh,  stay  thy  tears  ;  the  blest  above 
Have  hailed  a  spirit's  heavenly  birth 
And  sung  a  song  of  joy  and  love  ; 
Then   why   should    anguish    reign    on 
earth :  Norton. 

IIO9 

1  O  God,  thy  grace  and  blessing  give 

To  us,  who  on  thy  name  attend, 
That  we  this  mortal  life  may  live 
Regardful  of  our  journey's  end. 

2  Teach  us  to  know  that  Jesus  died, 

And  rose  again,  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Teach  us  to  take  him  as  our  guide, 
Our    help    from    childhood    to    th« 
grave. 

3  Then  shall  not  death  with  terror  come, 

But  welcome  as  a  bidden  guest, 
The  herald  of  a  better  home, 

The  messenger  of  peace  and  rest. 

1  I  IO 

1  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this  ! 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 

The  glory  of  a  passing  hour! 
But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die. 
And  al!  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 


DEATH  AND  IMMORTALITY. 
FEDERAL  STREET.   L.  M. 


447 

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And  Faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 


Steele. 


HEAVENLY     REST.       C.  M. 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God  ! 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  How  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns: 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul.  Muhlenberg. 


DEATH     AND     IMMORTALITY 
SAUL.       L.   M. 


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Attend,  O  earth,  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust,  a  glorious  form, 
Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord.     Watts. 


450 


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To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  scattered  all  the  gloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
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Ye  saints  !  ascend  the  skies. 

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i    Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 
When  God  recalls  his  own  ; 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown? 
2    i     not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 
Whose  life  to  God  was  given? 
Gl  idly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  i  lose, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 


3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest : 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow,-  - 

God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 
And  let  our  hearts  in  every  woe, 
Still  say,—"  Thy  will  be'  done  !  '' 

RlPPON. 

1117 

1  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part 

With  all  I  hold  most  dear  ; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 
As  nothingness  appear. 

2  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  sink 

Beneath  the  stroke  of  death  ; 
And  yield  to  him  who  gave  it  first, 
My  struggling  vital  breath. 

3  There  is  an  hour  when  1  must  stand 

Before  the  judgment-seat : 
And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes, 
In  awful  vision  meet. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  look 

On  vast  eternity  ; 
And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life, 
My  endless  portion  be. 

5  O  Saviour,  then,  in  all  my  need 

Be  near,  be  near  to  me ; 
And  lei  my  soul,  by  steadfast  faith, 
kind  life  and  heaven  ill  thee. 

Ri    .11 


DEATH     AND     IMMORTALITY. 


451 


IIl8 

1  Hark  !    from    the    tombs    a   warning 

sound ; 
My  ears,  attend  the  cry — 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? — 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky.        watts. 

1II9 

1   Hear    what    the    voice    from    heaven 
proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 


2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  calm  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward.  Watts. 

I  I20 

1  The  once-loved  form,   now  cold  and 

dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Cease,   then,  fond     nature,  cease  thy 

tears  ; 
Thy  Saviour  dwells  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears  ; 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 

Steele. 


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2  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

3  Their  feeble   frames  my  power  shall 

raise 
And  mould  with  heavenly  skill  ; 
I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will. 

4  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout  with  joy  divine, 
O  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 

Shall  be  forever  thine  !         Stennett. 

1122 

i  Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming 
tears 
Flo  v  o'er  your  children  dead, 
Say  not  in  transports  of  despair 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  If,  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 

3  Tho'  vour  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand, 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Tom  bed  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 

4  I'll  give  the  mourner,  saith  the  Lord, 

In  my  own  house  a  place  ; 


No  names  of  daughters  nor  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 
Through  which  thy  face  we  see  ; 
And  bless  those  wounds  which  through 
our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee.     Dc 


JODDRIDGE. 


II23 

1  O  thou,  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye, 

Ere  yet  it  closed  in  death, 
Beheld  thy  mother's  agony 
The  shameful  cross  beneath  ! 

2  Remember    them,    like    her,    through 

whom 
The  sword  of  grief  is  driven, 
And  oh,  to  cheer  their  cheerless  gloom, 
Be  thy  dear  mercy  given  ! 

3  Let  thine  own  word  of  tenderness 

Drop  on  them  from  above  ; 
Its  music  shall  the  lone  heart  bless 
Its  touch  shall  heal  with  love  ! 

4  O  Son  of  Mary  !   Son  of  God  ! 

The  way  of  mortal  ill 
By  thy  blest  feet  in  triumph  trod. 
Our  feet  are  treading  still ! 

5  But  not  with  strength  like  thine  we  go 

This  dark  and  dreadful  way  ; 
As  thou  wert  strengthened  in  thy  woe, 
So  strengthen  us,  we  pray  !      a.  R.  T. 


DEATH  AND  IMMORTALITY. 
BARBY.   C.  M. 


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1124 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, — 

"  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave  ; 

And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting  ? " 

3  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid  ; — 
Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we 
die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head  ! 

Watts. 
1125 

i  Thro'  sorrow's  night,and  danger's  path, 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  followers  of  our  suffering  Lord, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

■<j  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 
And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  earth  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  buried  or  extinct, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  : 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky.  [rise 

5  These  ashes,  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 


Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long-silent  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

H.  K.  White. 
1126 

i  When  downward  to  the  darksome  tomb 
I  thoughtful  turn  my  eyes, 
Frail  nature  trembles  at  the  gloom, 
And  anxious  fears  arise. 

2  Why  shrinks  my  soul  ? — in  death's  em- 

brace 
Once  Jesus  captive  slept ; 
And  angels,  hovering  o'er  the  place, 
His  lowly  pillow  kept. 

3  Thus  shall  they  guard  my  sleeping  dust, 

And,  as  the  Saviour  rose, 
The  grave  again  shall  yield  her  trust, 
And  end  my  deep  repose. 

4  My  Lord,  before  to  glory  gone, 

Shall  bid  me  come  away  ; 
And  calm  and  bright  shall  break  the 
dawn 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

5  Then  let  my  faith  each  fear  dispel, 

And  gild  with  light  the  grave  ; 
To  him  my  loftiest  praises  swell, 
Who  died  from  death  to  save. 

Ray  Palmer. 


454 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 


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2  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled  ; 
That  he  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 

3  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  new  and  lasting  tie  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

4  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 

Whittier. 

1128 

1  As,  bowed  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose 

Sinks  on  the  garden's  breast, 
Down  to  the  grave  our  brother  goes, 
In'  silence  there  to  rest. 

2  No  more  with  us  his  tuneful  voice 

The  hymn  of  praise  shall  swell, 
\  0  more  his  cheerful  heart  rejoice 
When  peals  the  Sabbath  bell. 

3  Vet,  if.  in  yonder  cloudless  sphere, 

Amid  a  sinless  throng, 
I  [e  niters  iii  his  Saviour's  ear 
The  everlasting  song, — 

4  No  more  we'll  mourn  the  absent  friend, 

Bui  lift  our  earnest  prayer, 


And  daily  every  effort  bend 
To  rise  and  join  him  there. 

L.  H.  SlGOURNEY 
1129 

i  Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 
It  melts  in  deepening  gloom  : 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low,  the  withering 

leaf 
Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree  : 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

3  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 

The  crimson  light  is  shed  ! 
'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

5  And  now  above  the  clews  of  night 

The  rising  star  appears: 
So  faith  springs  in  the  heart  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

6  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 

Its  glory  shall  restore, 

And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 
Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 

l'l'Al:    IDY. 


DEATH     AND     IMMORTALITY 


455 


GREENWOOD.       S.  M. 


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2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain, — to  breathe  the 
Of  boundless  liberty.  [air 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life  ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 

Bethune. 

1131 

1  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come  ; 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 
Asleep  within  the  tomb; — 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild  rocky  shore  ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more  : — 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 


home   with  God. 


A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more : — 

4  Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  blest  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  !         bonar. 

1X32 

1  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 

Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-worn  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now  ; — 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 
Thro'  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no 
more 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust 

Awake  !  come  forth  and  sing ; 

Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 

But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here : 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power ; 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower !     bonar. 


456  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

FOREVER     WITH     THE     LORD.       S.  M. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


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3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul !  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 

Father,  if  't  is  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word 
Ev'n  here  to  mt  fulfill. 

MON  rGOMERV. 

"34 

i    (  )n,    for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 


Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succei  ding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tens. 


DEATH     AND     IMMORTALITY.  457 

OLMUTZ.        S.   M.  Arr.  by  L.  Mason. 


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2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear  ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms. 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

Montgomery. 
II36 

i  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 
For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find  ? 

2  Is  there  a  blissful  home 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat  ? 


3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields 

Where  nought  that  blooms  shall  die, 
Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure 
yields, 
And  healthful  breezes  sigh  ? 

4  Forever  blessed  they 

Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
While  endless  ages  waste  away, 
Amid  that  glorious  land  ! 

Ray  Palmer. 

**37 

1  And  must  this  body  die, 

This  mortal  frame  decay, 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

Watts. 


458  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE, 

STOCKWELL.       8s  &  7s. 


D.  E.  Jones. 


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2  Here,  where  oft  thy  lip  hath  taught  us 

Of  the  Lamb  who  died  to  save, — 
"  Where  thy  guiding  hand  hath  brought 
us 
To  the  deep,  baptismal  wave, — 

3  Pale  and  cold  we  see  thee  lying 

In  God's  temple,  once  so  dear, 
And  the  mourners' .bitter  sighing 
Falls  unheeded  on  thine  ear. 

4  All  thy  love  and  zeal,  to  lead  us 

Where  immortal  fountains  flow, 
And  on  living  bread  to  feed  us, 
In  our  fond  remembrance  glow. 

5  May  the  conquering  faith  that  cheered 

thee 
When  thy  foot  on  Jordan  pressed, 
Guide  our  spirits  while  we  leave  thee 
In  the  tomb  that  Jesus  blessed. 

L.  II.  SlGOUKNEY. 

11 39 

1  BROTHER,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow  ; 

Death  is  o'er,  and  life  is  won  ; 
On  thy  slumber  dawns  no  morrow : 
Rest  ;  thine  earthly  race  is  run. 

2  Brother,  wake  ;  the  night  is  waning  ; 

Endless  day  is  round  thee  poured  ; 
Enter  thou  the  rest  remaining 
For  the  people  of  the  Lord. 


3  Brother,  wake  ;  for  he  who  loved  thee, 

He  who  died  that  thou  mightst  live, 
He  who  graciously  approved  thee, 
Waits  thy  crown  of  joy  to  give. 

4  Fare  thee  well ;  though  woe  is  blending 

With  the  tones  of  earthly  love, 
Triumph  high  and  joy  unending 
Wait  thee  in  the  realms  above. 

Bap.  Memorial. 

1  I4O 

i  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,   through    night's  deepening 
shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 

In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 
Sickness,  there,  no  more  can  come ; 

There,  no  fear  of  woe,  intruding, 
Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

COLLVEK. 


DEATH     AND     IMMORTALITY. 
MT.    VERNON.       8s  &  7s. 


459 

L.  Mason. 


i.  Sis-  ter,    ihou  wast  mild  and    love  -  ly,         Gen  -  tie       as        the    sum  -mer  breeze, 


Pleas- ant      as      the      air      of      eve-ning,     When    it     floats     a-  mong    the  trees 


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2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber — 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low  : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number  ; 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel  ; 


But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us, 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled  ; 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

S.  F.  Smith- 


WHAT     IS     LIFE?      8s  &  7s. 


T.  Bastings, 


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2  See  that  glory,  how  resplendent ! 
Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 
Jesus  reigns  the  King  of  saints. 
Why  not  spread,  &c. 


3  Go,  and  share  His  people's  glory, 

'Midst  the  ransomed  crowd  appear ; 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 
One  that  angels  love  to  hear. 
Why  not  spread,  &c.         Kelly. 


460  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

REQUIEM.       S.  H.  M. 


T.  Hastings. 


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Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love 


Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

Thus  star  by  star  declines 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night ; 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own 

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Heaven's  citizen  to  be  ; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  this  gracious  word, 

"  Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 

Forevermore  possessing 
The  favor  of  thy  Lord." 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know ; 


His  sheep  he  ever  leadeth, 
His  peaceful  flock  he  feedeth, 
Where  living  pastures  grow. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown  ; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling 
Of  him  whose  sway  we  own. 

Oh,  no,  this  is  not  dying, 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
There,  streams  of  love  are  flowma\ 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing  ; 
Here,  drops  alone  we  find. 

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2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it ; 
To  the  sunny,  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it ; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white 
Now  it  dwells  with  thee  in  light. 
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3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving; 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove, 
Though  thou  take  what  most  we  love. 

Meinhold. 


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BEYOND     THE     SMILING     AND     THE     WEEPING. 

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Love,  rest  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 

Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading, 

I  shall  be  soon  ;  || 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading,  | 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 

I  shall  be  soon  ;  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

3  Beyond  the  rising  and  the  setting,  | 

I  shall  be  soon  ;  || 
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Beyond  remembering  and  forgetting  | 

I  shall  i>e  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

4  Beyond  the  parting  and  the  meeting, 

I  shall  be  soon  ;  || 
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Beyond  the  pulse's  fever  beating,  | 

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Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home ! 
Lord,  tarrv  not,  but  come. 


DEATH     AND     IMMORTALITY 

5  Beyond  the  frost-chain  and  the  fever,  | 
I  shall  be  soon  ;  || 
Beyond  the  rock-waste  and  the  river,  | 
Beyond  the  ever  and  the  never,  | 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 


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And  then  the  bridegroom's  coming  footsteps  hailing, 
To  haste  to  meet  him  with  the  bridal  hymn ! 

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464  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

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SESSIONS 


L.  O.  Emerson. 


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2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
Go  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ; 
Bless   the   dark   world   with   heavenly 

light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

Watts. 
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1  God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known, 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 


Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our 

way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 
Oh  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word, 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 


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1  Now  let  my  soul,  Eternal  King, 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring  ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow ; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  mylab 'ring  conscience  peace; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

4  For  love  like  this,  oh  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  pro- 
long : 

Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

HlGINBOTHEM. 
used,  seepage  513.  4"5 


466  OCCASIONAL, 

WILLINGTON.       L.  M. 


H.  W.  Greatorex. 


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2  Sweet  Book  !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 

The  very  image  of  my  Lord  ; 
From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  In  thee  I  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  that  will  ne'er  decay  ; — 
Dear  Lord,  oh,  when  wilt  thou  appear, 
And  bear  thy  prisoner  away  ? 

4  While  I  am  here,  these  leaves  supply 

His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love  ; 
I  read  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  gain  a  glimpse  of  joys  above. 

5  I  know  in  them  the  Spirit  breathes 

To  animate  his  people  here  ; 
Oh,  may  these  truths  prove  life  to  all, 
Till  in  his  presence  we  appear! 

KiJLLY. 

JI53 

1  The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 

Wt  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  < )  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  di\  ine  and  pre<  epts  w  ise, 
In  ea<  1:  a  heavenly  beam  I  sec, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 


3  Almighty  Lord,  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky  ; — 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved,  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed 


away. 


Grant. 


1154 

i  Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page 
The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine  ; 
And,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 
But  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

2  On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 
From  year  to  year  does  knowledge  soar; 
And,  as  it  soars,  the  Gospel  light 
becomes  effulgent  more  and  more. 

3  More  glorious  still,  as  centuries  roll, 
New  regions  blest,  new  powers  unfurled, 
Expanding  with  the  expanding  soul, 
Its  radiance  shall  o'erflow  the  world, — | 

4  Mow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy  ; 
As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  Hoods  of  light  and  joy, 
And  sweeps  the  lingering  mist  away. 

BOW  RING. 


THE     SCRIPTURES, 


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MERIDEN.       C.  M. 


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The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise — 

They  rise  but  never  set. 
Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 

With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

COWPER. 

156 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored 

For  these  celestial  lines  ! 
Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 

Attend  the  blissful  sound. 
Here  springs  of  consolation  rise, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 
And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 

And  sweet  refreshment  find.   Steele. 

157 

Lamp  of  our  feet !  whereby  we  trace 

Our  path,  when  wont  to  stray  ; 
Stream  from  the  fount  of  heavenly  grace ! 

Brook  by  the  traveler's  way! 
Bread  of  our  souls  !  whereon  we  feed  ; 

True  manna  from  on  high ! 


Our  guide,  our  chart !  wherein  we  read 
Of  realms  beyond  the  sky. 

3  Pillar  of  fire,  through  watches  dark  ! 

Or  radiant  cloud  by  day  ! 
When  waves  would  whelm  our  tossing 
bark, 
Our  anchor  and  our  stay ! 

4  Childhood's     preceptor !      manhood's 

trust ! 
Old  age's  firm  ally ! 
Our  hope,  when  we  go  down  to  dust, 
Of  immortality  !  Barton. 

1158 

1  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
In  almost  ev'ry  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life 
Through  all  this  vale  of  tears. 

Watts. 


468 


OCCASIONAL. 


KNOX.       C.  M. 


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Its  radiant  beams  are  cast ; 
A  light  whose  never  weary  ray 
Grows  brightest  at  the  last. 

3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  fainting  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  comfort  it  imparts, 
And  calms  our  anxious  fears. 

4  This  lamp  through  all  the  dreary  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day.  Fawcett. 

Il6o 

1  Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 
Whom  I  unseen  adore  ! 
Unvail  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

a  Thy  glory  o*er  creation  shines  ; 
But  in  thy  sacred  word, 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sins  and  sorrows  rise, 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hone, 
Mv  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 

(  )h  I   come  with  blissful  rav  ; 


Break  radiant  thro'  the  shades  of  night, 
.  And  chase  my  fears  away.       Steele. 

Il6l 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad  ; 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  clangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way.  Watts. 

Il62 

1   Hah.,    sacred  truth  !    whose  piercing 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ;       [rays 
Diffusing  o'er  a  ruined  world 
The  healing  beams  of  light. 
•2  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  with  friendly  aid, 
Restores  our  wand'ring  feet  ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 
3  Oh  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad. 
In  all  their  radiant  blaze  ; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 


THE     MINISTRY. 


469 


NEBO.       S.  M. 


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i   How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! — 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King ! 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, — 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 


Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  Lord. 

Watts. 

1  164. 

i  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 
His  sovereign  voice  obey  ! 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve, 

Will  needful  strength  bestow  ; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  Gods — and  will  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes.  voke. 


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As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Oh,  let  them  spread  thy  name  ; 
Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim — 
Thy  all-redeeming  love. 

C.  Wesley. 


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Il65 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait ; 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view ; 
The  harvest  truly,  Lord  !  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  Church  abroad  ; 


ITALIAN     HYMN.       6s  &  4s. 


GlARDINI. 


1.  O   ho  -  ly  Lord,  our  God,  By  heavenly  hosts   adored,  Hear  us,  we  pray :  To  thee  the 


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1166 

2   Here  give  thy  word  success, 
And  this  thy  servant  bless ; 

.His  labors  own  ; 
And  while  the  sinner's  Friend 
Ili^  life  and  words  commend, 
Thy  holy  Spirit  send, 
And  make  him  known. 


May  every  passing  year 
More  happy  still  appear 

Than  this  glad  day  ; 
With  numbers  (ill  the  place, 
Adorn  thy  saints  with  grace, 
Thy  truth  may  all  embrace, 

O  Lord,  we  pray.  1.  Youno. 


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2  "  I'll    make    your    great    commission 

known, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands  ; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his 

head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  Gocl. 

Watts. 
II68 

i   Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer : 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee  ; 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  How  great  their  work  !  how  vast  their 

charge ! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge  : 
Their  best  endowments  are  our  gain ; 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  Spirit's  living  power. 

Beddome. 


169 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear, 
In  Zion's  heritage  appear  ; 
Oh  !  send  forth  laborers  filled  with  zeal, 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

Our  lifted  eyes,  O  Lord,  behold 
The  ripening  harvest  tinged  with  gold ; 
Wide  fields  are  opening  to  our  view, 
The  work  is  great,  the  laborers  few. 

Led  by  thine  own  almighty  hand, 
Let  Zion's  sons,  in  many  a  band, 
Arise  to  bless  the  dying  race, 
As  heralds  of  redeeming  grace. 

Hastings. 
I70 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house 
We  pay  our  homage  and  our  vows, 
While  with  a  grateful  heart  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Conferred  his  gifts  on  men  below ; 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

Hence   sprung   th'  apostle's   honored 

name, 
Sacred  beyond  all  earthly  fame  ; 
In  lowlier  forms  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Our  pastors  hence  and  teachers  rise. 

Doddridge. 


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2  Come  as  a  shepherd ;  guard  and  keep 
This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 
Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare  ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 
Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love  ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

Montgomery. 
1172 

i   Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 
Lord,  thine  ordained  servants  bless ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 
And  clothe  them  all  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  thy  temple,  as  they  stand 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  thee, 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  thy  right  hand 
Let  all  thy  chosen  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal  and  love  impart, — 
Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  thy  people  in  their  heart, 
And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love. 


4  Then,  when  their  work  is  finished  here, 
May  they  in  hope  their  charge  resign  ; 
When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
May  they,  O  God,  in  glory  shine. 

Montgomery. 

1  Tis  done — th'  important  act  is  done — 
Heaven,  earth,  its  solemn  purport  know; 
Its  fruits,  when  time  its  race  has  run, 
Shall  through  eternal  ages  flow. 

2  The  covenants  of  this  sacred  hour, 
Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  seal ; 
Spirit  of  grace,  diffuse  thy  power, 
Our  vows  accept,  thy  might  reveal. 

3  Behold  our  guide,  and  deign  to  crown 
His  toils,  O  Lamb  of  God,  with  love  ; 
His  lips  inspire  ;  each  effort  own  j 
Breathe,    dwell  within  him,  heavenly 

Dove. 

4  Behold  his  charge  ;  what  wealth  shall 

dare 
With  its  most  priceless  worth  to  vie? 
Suns,  systems,  worlds,  how  mean  they 

are, 
Compared  with  souls,  that  cannot  die  ! 

5  Oh,  when,  before  the  judgment  seat. 
The  wicked  quake  in  dread  despair, 
May  we,  all  reverent  at  thy  feet, 
Pastor  and  flock,  find  mercy  there. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


THE     MINISTRY. 


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1  We  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  sending  here 

The  publishers  of  peace  : 
Speak  by  them  now,  and  everywhere 
By  them  declare  thy  grace. 

2  So  when  the  harvest-day  shall  come, 

Sowers,  and  reapers  too, 
Shall,  shouting,  enter  endless  home, 
And  thee  eternal  view. 

3  That  happy  morning  we  desire — 

Oh  let  it  hasten  on  ! — 
When  all  shall  join  the  angelic  choir 
In  singing  round  thy  throne. 

4  The  pastors  and  the  people  there 

Shall  thee  in  glory  see  ; 
Shall  keep  the  long  Sabbatic  year — 
The  feast  of  Jubilee. 

1177 

1  The  earth,  O  Lord,  is  one  wide  field 

Of  all  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
The  crop  prepared  its  fruit  to  yield  ; 
The  laborers  few  indeed. 

2  Therefore  we  come  before  thee  now 

With  words  of  humble  prayer, 
Beseeching  of  thy  love  that  thou 
Would'st  send  more  laborers  there, 

3  Not  for  our  land  alone  we  pray, 

Though  that  above  the  rest, 
The  realms  and  islands  far  away, 
Oh,  let  them  all  be  blest ! 

J..M.  Nealh. 


1174 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the 

Lord 
Did  heavenly  bliss  forego, — 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live, 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer,  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1  Oh,  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong 

Sounds  forth  the  ancient  word, — 
"  More  reapers  for  white  harvest  fields, 
More  laborers  for  the  Lord." 

2  We  hear  the  call ;  in  dreams  no  more 

In  selfish  ease  we  lie, 
But  girded  for  our  Father's  work, 
Go  forth  beneath  his  sky. 

3  Where   prophets'  word,   and  martyrs' 

blood, 
And  prayers  of  saints  were  sown, 
We,  to  their  labors  entering  in, 

Would  reap  where  they  have  strown. 

S.  Longfellow. 


474 


OCCASIONAL. 


MONSON.       C.  M. 


1178 

2  Oh,   may  the  choice  which  we    have    3  With  faithfulness  may  they  fulfil 
By  thee  be  ratified ;  [made  ;  The  office  in  their  hands, 

Thy  servants'  fitness  be  displayed,  And  seek  to  know  and  do  thy  will 

As  they  are  further  tried.  In  all  that  will  demands. 

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2  Taught  by  thee,  with  prayer  sincere, 
We  have  called  thy  servants  here, 
For  thy  needy  ones  to  care, 

And  thy  Holy  Feast  to  bear. 

3  May  the  Spirit  from  above 

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Strife  to  shun,  and  good  devise. 

4  When  their  earthly  work  is  done, 
When  the  crown  of  life  is  won, 
Ever  in  thy  house  on  high, 
May  they  serve  beneath  thine  eye. 

G.  B.  Ids. 


DEDICATIONS. 


475 


WELTON.       L.  M. 


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2  Endue  the  creatures  with  thy  grace 
That  shall  adorn  thy  dwelling-place ; 
The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine, 

The  gold  and  silver,  make  them  thine. 

3  The  heads  that  guide  endue  with  skill ; 
The  hands  that  work  preserve  from  ill ; 
That  we,  who  these  foundations  lay, 
May  raise  the  topstone  in  its  day. 

4  Both  now  and  ever,  Lord,  protect 
The  temple  of  thine  own  elect ; 
Be  thou  in  them,  and  they  in  thee, 
Oh  ever-blessed  Trinity ! 

J.  M.  Neale. 

ii8i 

i  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple  built  to  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 
And  heaved  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high — 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky ; 

He    spread   its  pavement,  green  and 

bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea — the  sky — and  "all  was  good ;" 
And  when  its  first  few  praises  rang, 
The  "morning  stars  together  sang." 


4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  off 'ring  stands — 
An  humbler  temple,  "made  with  hands." 

5  We  cannot  bid  the  morning  star 
To  sing  how  bright  thy  glories  are ; 
But,  Lord,  if  thou  wilt  meet  us  here, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  the  Christian's  tear. 

N.  P.  Willis. 
Il82 

1  O  God  the  Father,  Christ  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Accept  this  gift  our  hearts  have  sought, 
Our    hands    in    Christian    love    have 

wrought. 

2  Here  may  the  light  of  gospel  truth 
Illumine  age,  enlighten  youth  : 

In  many  hearts  that  grace  begin, 
Which  saves  from  sorrow  and  from  sin. 

3  May  Jesus  here  that  power  display 
Which  changes  darkness  into  day, 
And  open  wide  those  gates  of  love 
That  lead  to  blessedness  above. 

4  O  Jesus  Christ,  our  sovereign  Lord, 
By  angels  and  by  saints  adored, 
Accept  this  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  with  thy  glory  fill  this  place. 


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OCCASIONAL. 


GERMANY. 


L.  M. 


Beethoven. 


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2  Come,  fill    this   house  with    heavenly 

grace, 
While  sinners  throng  the  sacred  place, 
And  saints  below  with  saints  above, 
Unite  to  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Here  let  the  cross  be  lifted  high 
Before  a  world  condemned  to  die : 
Here  flow  the  blood  of  sacrifice, 
To  hush  the  Law's  avenging  cries. 

4  Here  let  the  mourning  soul  find  rest 
Upon  the  Saviour's  loving  breast  ; 
And  with  the  sense  of  sins  forgiven, 
Each  heart  aspire  to  God  and  heaven. 

5  Long  may  this  sacred  temple  be 
A  monument  of  praise  to  thee  ; 
And  when  to  this  no  more  we  come, 
Be  heaven  our  high,  eternal  home. 

D.  C.  Eddy. 


II84 


1  And  wilt  thou,  O  Eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  thine  abode? 
Then  look  propitious  from  thy  throne, 
And  take  this  temple  for  thine  own. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thine  honor  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  in  thy  praise  ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  the  rich  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

^5   Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 


While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  last  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here. 

Doddridge. 

1185 

i  When   Israel's    priest   the    lamb    did 
choose, 
He  chose  of  all  the  flock  the  best ; 
No  poor,  no  maim'd,  no  sickly  thing 
Upon  Jehovah's  shrine  could  rest. 

2  When  David's  son  a  Temple  built, 
No  common  wood  or  stone  was  sought, 
But  rarest  wood,  and  gold,  and  gems, 
A  house  of  wondrous  beauty  wrought. 

3  When  Mary  would  her  love  display, 
A  costly  gift  did  she  bestow  ; 

And  Mary's  act  the  lesson  leaves 
That  precious  things  to  God  should  go. 

4  O  Lord,  this  clay  we  bring  our  gift, 
Not  rich,  but  best  we  could,  and  free ; 
This  desk,  this  cup, this  pool,  this  house, 
We  dedicate  them,  Lord,  to  thee. 

5  Accept,  O  God,  this  proffer Yl  gift; 
Here  let  thy  Spirit's  power  be  given  ; 
To  many  souls  let  this  place  be   * 
The    House   of    God  —  the   Gate   of 

Heav'n. 


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2  O  Christ,  thou  art  our  Corner-stone, 

On  thee  our  hopes  are  built ; 
Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  light,  our  life, 
Our  sacrifice  for  guilt. 

3  In  thy  blest  name  we  gather  here, 

And  set  apart  the  ground  ; 
The  walls  that  on  this  rock  shall  rise 
Thy  praises  shall  resound. 

4  May  many  a  soul,  from  death  redeemed, 

In  heavenly  regions  fair, 
With  joy  exclaim,  "  I  learned  the  path 
To  God  and  glory  there." 

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1  To  thee  this  temple  we  devote, 

Our  Father  and  our  God  ; 
Accept  it  thine,  and  seal  it  now 
Thy  Spirit's  blest  abode. 

2  Here  may  the  prayer  of  faith  ascend, 

The  voice  of  praise  arise  ; 
Oh,  may  each  lowly  service  prove 
Accepted  sacrifice. 

3  Here  may  the  sinner  learn  his  guilt, 

And  weep  before  his  Lord ; 

Here,  pardoned,  sing  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  here  his  vows  record. 
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4  Here  may  affliction  dry  the  tear, 

And  learn  to  trust  in  God, 
Convinced  it  is  a  Father  smites, 
And  love  that  guides  the  rod. 

5  Peace  be  within  these  sacred  walls  ; 

Prosperity  be  here ; 
Long  smile  upon  thy  people,  Lord, 
And  evermore  be  near.     j.  r.  scott. 

Il88 

1  O  thou,  whose  own  vast  tempJe  stands,. 

Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee  ! 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end,  . 
Serenely  by  thy  side  ! 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way  ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who 
fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith   grow  firm,  and  love  grow 

warm, 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the 

storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies.      Bryant. 


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2  Great  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 

This  people  as  thy  own  ; 
Beneath  this  roof,  oh  deign  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below! 

3  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries, 
And  grateful  praise  ascend, 

All  fragrant,  to  the  skies 
Here  may  the  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around  ! 

4  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine,  like  polished  stones, 

Through  long  succeeding  days  ; 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

B.  Francis. 
I  I90 

i  Before  the  Lord  we  bow, 

The  God  who  reigns  above, 


And  rules  the  world  below, 
Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
In  joy  and  praise  our  thanks  we  bring, 
Our  hearts  we  raise  to  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  thou  hast  blest 

May  well  thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 

Protected  by  thy  care  : 
For  this  fair  house  and  this  bright  land, 
Our  thanks  we  pay,  gifts  of  thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green, 
Shine  in  thy  word's  pure  light, 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  ! 
With  rapturous  praise  may  every  tongue 
Now  join  to  raise  a  grateful  song. 

4  And  when  in  power  he  comes 

Oh,  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band  ; 
A  countless  throng  ever  to  sing 
Salvation's  song  to  heaven's  high  King! 

S.  F.  Key. 


HOME     MISSIONS. 


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In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 

How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  thee  ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 
The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened 

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Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 


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Where  the  infant  city's  founded, 

Where  the  hamlet  dots  the  plain  ; 
Let  the  Gospel-call  be  sounded, 

Let  the  church  a  foothold  gain. 
So  shall  Error  be  supplanted, 

So  shall  Truth  her  vanguard  keep, 
So  shall  temple-homes  be  granted, 

To  the  Shepherd's  wandering  sheep. 

S.  D.  Phelps. 

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II92 

2  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  appointed, 

Girded  for  the  glorious  war, 

In  the  name  of  God's  Anointed, 

Spread  your  victories  afar. 

3  Bid  the  trumpet  of  redemption, 

Greet  our  country's  farthest  shore  ; 
Boldly  claim  our  Lord's  pre-emption, 
For  the  agonies  he  bore. 

4  On  the  prairie  and  the  mountain, 

In  the  valley  rich  and  fair, 


48o  OCCASIONAL. 

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2  Go  where  the  waves  are  breaking 

On  California's  shore, 
Christ's  precious  gospel  taking, 

More  rich  than  golden  ore  ; 
On  Alleghany's  mountains, 

Through  all  the  western  vale, 
Beside  Missouri's  fountains, 

Rehearse  the  wondrous  tale. 

3  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding, 

Speed  on  from  east  to  west, 
Till  all,  his  cross  beholding, 

In  him  are  fully  blest. 
Great  Author  of  salvation, 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation, 

Thy  sceptre  shall  obey. 

-./>  .  Mrs.  G.  W.  Ander: 

I  194. 

i  Go  preach  the  blest  salvation 

To  every  sinful  race, 
And  bid  each  guilty  nation 

Accept  the  Saviour's  grace  ; 
Bui  bear,  oh,  quickly  bear  it 

Where  thronging  millions  roam, 
And  bid  them  freely  share  it, 

Who  dwell  with  us  at  home. 


Where  blooms  the  broad  savanna, 

Where  mighty  waters  roll, 
There  let  the  gospel  banner 

Beam  hope  on  every  soul ; 
Go  where  the  west  is  teeming, 

And  yet  behold  they  come  ! 
The  fields  all  ripe  are  gleaming 

For  those  who  reap  at  home  ! 

Our  children  there  are  dwelling, 

Neglected  and  astray, 
Whose  hearts  are  often  swelling 

To  learn  of  Zion's  way. 
Bear,  bear  to  them  the  treasure, 

And  bid  the  exiles  come  ; 
There  is  no  sweeter  pleasure 

Than  preaching  Christ  at  home. 

Sidney  Dyer, 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings, 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings: 
We'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love.         Hawks, 


HOME     MISSIONS. 
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2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost ; 

Thy  temples  there  arose  ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  prayer, 

And  blossom'd  as  the  rose. 

3  And  oh,  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet, 

Within  our  spreading  land  : 
There,   brethren,    from    our    common 

home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam  ; 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 

4  Saviour,  we  own  this  debt  of  love  : 
Oh  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 
Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  Name, 

Through  all  our  desert  west. 

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I  I96 

i  From  yonder  Rocky  Mountains, 
With  summits  white  and  cold, 

*  Sing  to  Gladness 


From  California's  fountains, 
That  pour  down  virgin  gold  ; 

From  every  western  prairie, 
From  every  mystic  mound, 

They  call  on  us  to  carry 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

Oh  !  shall  we  close  our  bosoms, 

While  every  breath  's  a  cry  ? 
While  brothers  drop  like  blossoms, 

And  there  forever  die  ? 
Oh  !  Christian,  rest  not,  sleep  not, 

But  pray,  and  toil,  and  fight, 
Till  those  who  're  weeping,  weep  not, 

And  darkness  turns  to  light. 

Then,  when  enthroned  in  glory, 

With  Jesus'  ransomed  fold, 
We  tell  Love's  wondrous  story, 

Upon  our  harps  of  gold  ; 
Each  effort  that  we  're  making, 

Will  sweeten  heaven's  employ. 
And  every  cross  we  're  taking, 

Add  rapture  to  its  joy. 


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482 


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THE     MISSIONARY'S     CALL. 

CHANT. 


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1  My  soul  is  not  at  rest.     There  comes  a  strange  and  secret  whisper  to  my  | 

spirit,  I  like  a  dream  of  |  night,  ||  that   tells   me    I    am   on   en-  |  chanted  | 
ground. 

2  Why  live  I  here  ?     The  vows  of  God   are  |  on  me  \  and   I  may  not  stop  to 

play  with  shadows  or  pluck  earthly  |  flowers,  |  till  I  my  work  have  done, 
and  I  rendered  '  up  ac-  |  count.  . 

3  And  I  will  I  go  !  I  I  may  no  longer  doubt  to  give  up  friends  and  idle  |  hopes,  j| 

and  every  tie  that  binds  my  heart  to  |  thee,  my  |  country ! 

4  Henceforth,  then,  it  matters  not  if  storm  or  sunshine  be  my  |  earthly  lot,  fl 

bitter  or  sweet  my  |  cup,  ||  I  only  pray,  "  God  make  me  holy,  and  my  spirit 
nerve  for  the  stern  |  hour  of  |  str.ife !" 

5  And  when  I  come  to  stretch  me  for  the  |  last,  |  in  unattended  agony,  beneath 

the  cocoa's  |  shade,  |  it  will  be  sweet  that  I  have  toiled  for  |  other  "  worlds 
than  I  this. 

C\  And  if  one,  for  whom  Satan  hath  struggled  as  he  hath  for  |  me,  |  should  ever 
reach  that  blessed  |  shore —  ||  Oh,  how  this  heart  will  glow  with  |  grati-  ■ 
tude  and  I  love. 


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2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Watts. 

"99 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour : 

Oh,  bid  the  morning  star  arise ! 
Oh,  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies ! 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
In  western  wilds  and  eastern  plains  ; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known  ; 
Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy 

voice  ; 
Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Dispel  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 
Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

I200 

1  Oh,  hallowed  is  the  land  and  blessed, 
Where  Christ,  the  Ruler,  is  confessed  ! 
Oh,  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes, 
To  whom  the  great  Redeemer  comes  ! 

2  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates, 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory  waits  ! 


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The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near  ; 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 
3  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart : 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 
From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer  and  love  and  joy. 

WlESZEL. 

I20I 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,   like  sweet  perfume,  shall 

rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Watts, 


484  OCCASIONAL. 

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2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  your  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to 

fall — 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

Pratt's  Coll. 
I203 

i   Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  !• 

2  Let  thrones  and  powers  and  kingdoms 

be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee  ! 
And,  over  land  and  stream  and  main, 
Wave  thou  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign  ! 

3  Oh,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
Bui  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  I 

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The  -lory  of  (he  latter  day, 
Already  is  the  dawn  begun, 
That  marks  at  hand  the  rising  sun. 


2  The  friends  of  truth  assembled  stand, 
A  chosen,  consecrated  band, 

The  emblem  of  the  cross  display, 
And  cry  aloud — "  Behold  the  way  !  " 

3  Behold  the  way  to  Zion's  hill, 
Where  Israel's  God  delights  to  dwell  ; 
He  fixes  there  his  lofty  throne, 

And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own. 

4  "  Behold  the  way  !  "  ye  heralds  !  cry, 
Spare  not,  but  lift  your  voices  high ; 
Convey  the  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  bid  the  captive  sigh  no  more. 

Kelly. 
I205 

i  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light  ; 
Confusion — order,  in  thy  path  ; 
Souls   without    strength,    inspire   with 

might, 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

Montgomery. 


HOME     AND     FOREIGN     MISSIONS. 
ANVERN.       L.  M. 


485 

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2  Fling  out  the  banner  !  angels  bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  Love  Divine. 

3  Fling  out  the  banner  !  heathen  lands 
Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight ; 
And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner  !  sin-sick  souls, 
That  sink  and  perish  in  the  strife, 
Shall  touch  in  faith  its  radiant  hem, 
And  spring  immortal  into  life. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 
Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide  ; 
Our  glory,  only  in  the  Cross, 

Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified. 

6  Fling  out  the  banner  !  wide  and  high, 
Seaward  and  skyward  let  it  shine  ; 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit,  ours ; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign,      doame. 

I207 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 


2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  :" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall. 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all  J 

Shrubsole. 

1208 

1  Assembled  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand; 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  thro'  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise ; 
Our  counsels  aid,  to  each  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  ; 
From    Zion's    mount    send    forth    the 

sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

COLLYER. 


486  OCCASIONAL. 

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2  In  one  vast  symphony  of  praise, 
Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite, 
And  unbelief  no  longer  reign, 

But  sink  in  shades  of  endless  night. 

3  Then  Afric's  liberated  sons 

Shall  chant  to  Asia's  rapturous  song, 
Europe  resound  her  Saviour's  fame, 
And  western  climes  the  notes  prolong. 

4  To  every  land  beneath  the  sun 
Immanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend  ; 
And  every  man  in  every  clime 
Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

VOKE. 

I2IO 

1  Eternal  Father,  thou  hast  said, 
That  Christ  all  glory  shall  obtain  ; 
That  he  who  once  a  sufferer  bled, 
Shall  o'er  the  world,  a  conqueror,  reign. 

2  We  wait  thy  triumph,  Saviour  King ! 
Long  ages  have  prepared  thy  way  ; 
Now  all  abroad  thy  banner  fling, 
Set  Time's  great  battle  in  array. 

3  Thy  hosts  are  mustered  to  the  field  ; 
"The  Cross!  The  Cross!"  the  battle- 
call; 

The  old  grim  towers  of  darkness  yield, 
And  50011  shall  totter  to  their  fall. 


4  On  mountain  tops  the  watch-fires  glow, 
Where  scattered  wide  the  watchmen 

stand  ; 
Voice  echoes  voice,  and  onward  flow 
The  joyous  shouts,  from  land  to  land. 

5  Oh,  fill  thy  church  with  faith  and  power; 
Bid  her  long  night  of  weeping  cease  ; 
To  groaning  nations  haste  the  hour, 
Of  life  and  freedom,  light  and  peace. 

6  Come,  Spirit,  make  thy  wonders  known ! 
Fulfill  the  Father's  high  decree  ; 
Then  earth,  the  might  of  hell  o'erthrown, 
Shall  keep  her  last  great  jubilee. 

Ray  Palmer. 

121  I 

1  Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death  ; 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 

On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  shine  on  distant  lands, 
And  wandering  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Shall  come,  thy  glory,  Lord,  to  see, 
And  in  thy  courts  to  worship  thee. 

3  ()  light  of  Zion,  now  arise  ! 

Let  the  glad  morning  bless  our  eyes  1 

Ye  nations,  catch  the  kindling  ray, 

And  hail  the  splendors  of  the  day. 

L.  Bacon. 


HOME    AND     FOREIGN     MISSIONS. 
ERNAN.       L.  M. 


487 


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2  Christians,  ye  taste  the  heavenly  grace 
Which  cheers  believers  in  their  race ; 
Uncheered  by  grace,  through  heathen 

gloom, 
See  millions  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

3  Christians,  ye  prize  the  Saviour's  blood, 
In  which  the  soul  is  cleansed  for  God; 
Millions  of  souls  in  darkness  dwell, 
Uncleansed  from  sin — exposed  to  hell. 

4  To  distant  lands  that  grace  convey, 
Which  trains  the  soul  for  endless  day  ; 
Oh  strive  that  others  soon  may  view 
That  precious  blood  which  cleanseth 

yOU.  Cawood. 

1213 

1  Behold,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; — 
The  exiled  captive  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

2  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

3  Our  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise, 
That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days, 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known 
Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 

4  Where'er   his    hand  hath   spread  the 

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By  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew. 

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I2I4 

i  The  heathen  perish  ;  day  by  day, 
Thousands  on  thousands  pass  away ! 
O  Christians,  to  their  rescue  fly, 
Preach  Jesus  to  them  ere  they  die ! 

2  Wealth,  labor,  talents  freely  give, 
Yea,  life  itself,  that  they  may  live  ; 
What  hath  your  Saviour  done  for  you  ? 
And  what  for  him  will  ye  not  do  ? 

3  Oh,  Spirit  of  the  Lord  !  go  forth, 
Call  in  the  south,  wake  up  the  north ; 
From  every  clime,  from  sun  to  sun, 
Gather  God's  children  into  one  ! 

'  Montgomery. 
1215 

1  Disowned  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd, 
Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallowed  ground, 
Oh,  why  should    Israel's   sons,    once 

blessed, 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around  ? 

2  Lord,  visit  thy  forsaken  race, 

Back  to  thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring ; 
Teach  them  to  seek  thy  slighted  grace, 
And  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain, 
Which   hides   their    Shiloh's   glorious 

light, 
The  severed  olive  branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

James  Joyce. 


488 


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2  Come,  blessed  Lord,  let  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  thy  royal  name, 
And  own  thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  sweetest  strains  of  joy, 
In  memory  of  thy  love. 

4  Jesus,  thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  thee. 

5  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine : 
Be  thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  victory  thine  ! 

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1217 

1  We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

And,  with  united  plea, 
We  meet  and  pray  for  those  who  roam 
Far  off  upon  the  sea. 

2  ( )h,  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 

The  sailor's  heart  to  thee, 
Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow, 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea! 

j  Then  may  a  Saviour's  dying  love 
Pour  peace  into  his  breast, 
And  waft  him  to  the  port  above 
Of  everlasting  rest. 


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1  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,   when   shall   these   glad   tidings 

spread 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  thy  praise.     Gibbons. 

1219 

1  Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise ; 

Assert  thy  rightful  sway  ; 
Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  brings, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride.. 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 
And  all  the  powers  of  lull  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 

This  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  ever)  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

A.    C     I  I.    S      .  MlH'K. 


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2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, — 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around ! 

Williams. 

1221 

f  Look,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking  ; 
Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land  : 

Day  advances — 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  Oh,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 

To  our  hearts,  to  hear,  each  day, 


Joyful  news,  from  far  arriving, 
How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 

Those  enlightening 
Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay  ! 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand  ! 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

Kelly. 

1222 

i   Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations, 
Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth- 
Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth — 

Bear  the  tidings, 
Tell  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth  ! 

2  Go — and  when  exposed  to  dangers, 
Jesus  will  your  souls  defend  ! 
Go,  and  when  'mid  foes  and  strangers, 
He  will  still  appear  your  Friend — 

His  kind  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end  ! 

Kelly. 


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2  Christians,  hearken  !  None  has  taught 

them 
Of  his  love  so  deep  and  dear; 
Of  the  precious  price  that  bought  them  ; 
Of  the  nail,  the  thorn,  the  spear ; 

Ye  who  know  him, 
Guide    them    from    their    darkness 
drear. 

3  Haste,  oh  haste,  and  spread  the  tidings 

Wide  to  earth's  remotest  strand  ; 
Let  no  brother's  bitter  chidings 
Rise  against  us — when  we  stand 

In  the  judgment — 
From  some  far,  forgotten  land. 

4  Lo !  the  hills  for  harvest  whiten, 

All  along  each  distant  shore  ; 

Seaward  far  the  islands  brighten, — 

Light  of  nations  !  lead  us  o'er  : 

When  we  seek  them, 
Let  thy  Spirit  go  before  ! 

C.  F.  Alexander. 
1224 

t  YES — my  native  land  !  I  love  thee  ; 
All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well  ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  1  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 


Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home  ! — thy  joys  are  passing  lovely — 

Joys  nc  stranger-heart  can  tell  ; 
Happy  home  ! — 'tis  sure  I  love  thee  ! 
Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  clays  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
'Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

4  Yes  !   I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 
Far  away,  ye  billows  !  bear  me  ; 
Lovely  native  land  ! — farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

79 


HOME     AND     FOREIGN     MISSIONS. 
LATTER     DAY.       8s  &  7s. 


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2  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally, 

With  your  music  and  your  wine  ? 
Up  !  it  is  Jehovah's  rally  ! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine. 
Hark  !  the  onset !  will  ye  fold  your 

Faith-clad  arms  in  lazy  lock  ? 
Up,  oh  up,  thou  drowsy  soldier  ! 

Worlds  are  charging  to  the  shock. 

3  Worlds  are  charging— heaven  behold- 

ing; 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight ; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On — right  onward,  for  the  right. 
On  !  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad  ! 
Strike  !  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  ages — tell  for  God ! 

A.  C.  Coxe. 

1226 

1  Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven ! 
Bear  the  Gospel's  banner  high ; 


Rest  not  till  its  light  is  given, 

Star  of  every  pagan  sky. 
Send  it  where  the  pilgrim-stranger 

Faints  'neath  Asia's  scorching  ray  j 
Bid  the  red-browed  forest  ranger 

Hail  it,  ere  he  fades  away. 

Where  the  Arctic  ocean  thunders, 

Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow, 
Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders, 

Brightly  bid  its  radiance  flow. 
India  marks  its  lustre  stealing, 

Shiv'ring  Greenland  loves  its  rays, 
Afric,  'mid  her  deserts  kneeling, 

Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 

Rude  in  speech,  or  grim  in  feature, 

Dark  in  spirit  though  they  be, 
Show  that  light  to  every  creature, 

Prince  or  vassal —  bond  or  free. 
Lo  !  they  haste  to  every  nation, 

Host  on  host  the  ranks  supply; 
Onward  ! — Christ  is  your  salvation, 

And  your  death  is  victory. 

SlGOURNEY. 


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2  The  world's  Desire  and  Hope, 

All  power  to  thee  is  given  ; 
Now  set  the  last  great  empire  up, 
Eternal  Lord  of  heaven  ! 

3  A  gracious  Saviour,  thou 

Wilt  all  thy  creatures  bless ; 
And  every  knee  to  thee  shall  bow, 
And  every  tongue  confess. 

4  According  to  thy  word, 

Now  be  thy  grace  revealed  ; 
And  with  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord, 
Let  all  the  earth  be  filled. 

C.  Wesley. 
1228 

1  O  Lord  our  God  !  arise  ; 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  !  arise  ; 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost !  arise  ; 

Extend  thy  healing  wing, 
And,  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world, 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth  !  arise ; 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing ; 


From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to 
heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

Ward  law. 
1229 

1  O  God  of  sovereign  grace, 

We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

I23O 

1  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love  ! 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Over  our  spirits  first 

Extend  thy  healing  reign  ; 
There   raise    and    quench  the   sacred 
That  never  pains  again.  thirst, 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  ! 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine  ; 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 

With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree  ; 
And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family.  Johns. 


HOME     AND     FOREIGN     MISSIONS, 
WEBB.       7s  &  6s. 


493 


G.  J.  Webb. 


i.  The    morn  -  ing  light     is       break  -  ing,        The     dark- ness     dis  -  ap  -  pears 


The     sons       of    earth   are      wak   -  ing  To       pen  -    i    -    ten  -  tial      tears. 

D.  s.  Of       na  -  tions   in      com  -  mo  -    tion,        Pre  -  pared    for       Zi  -    on's     war. 


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1231 

2  Rich  clews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 

In  many  a  gentle  shower ; 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going 

Abundant  answer  brings ; 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
A.nd  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing,- 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 
Nor  in. thy  richness  stay: 
32 


Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  • 

Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim — "The  Lord  is  come." 

S.  F.  Smith 

1232 

1  Roll  on,  +]iou  mighty  ocean  ; 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  be  with  thenr, 

Wherever  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  us,  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 

Kdmeston. 


494  OCCASIONAL. 

MISSIONARY     HYMN.       7s  &  6s. 


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1233 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we,  to  men  benighted, 
The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation,  oh,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

\nd  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 


Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign  !      Heber. 

1234 

1  Oh  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  his  outcasts  home ! 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror: 

Thy  saving  grace  impart  ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error  : 

Release  the  fetter'd  heart. 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 

And  bind  thy  Church  to  thee. 

L\TE. 


HOME     AND     FOREIGN     MISSIONS. 


495 


WATCHMAN,    TELL     US     OF     THE     NIGHT.       7s. 

L.  Mason. 
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2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. — 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends ! 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ?— 
Traveler  !  ages  are  its  own, 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. — 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

Bowiwng- 


OCCASIONAL. 


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1236 

1  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea  ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power  ! 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
"  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  !  " 

3  Hark  !  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sings, 
"Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !  "    bacon. 

I237 

1  Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star! 
Star  of  truth  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewildered  men  aright. 
Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  ; 
3i  ittering  error's  wide  spread  night  ; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

2  Nations  all,  remote  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  Lord  appear  ; 


Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 
There  behold  the  day-spring  rise, 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes  ; 
See  it  chase  the  shades  away, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day.  lyte. 

I238 

1  Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  die  shore! 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign  : 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword,  he  speaks — 'tis 
done  ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 


HOME     AND     FOREIGN     1.1  I  S  S  I  O  N  S . 


497 


3  "He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away ; 
Then  the  end  : — beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all." 

Montgomery. 
1239 

i   See  the  ransomed  millions  stand — 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hands  ! 
This  before  the  throne  their  strain — 
"  Hell  is  vanquished — death  is  slain  ! 
"  Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right ; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall — 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !  " 

2   Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour  ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  thy  foes  are  unsubdued — 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed. 
Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  ; 
All  things  with  the  bride,  say,  "  Come !" 
Jesus  !  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come — and  reign  for  evermore. 

CONDER. 
I2Z|.0 

i   See  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 

Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires — 

Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze. 
To  bring  fire  on  earth  he  came ; 

Kindled  in  some  heart  it  is  : 
Oh,  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss  I 

2  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day : 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run  ; 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows — 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 


3  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand ;' 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies — 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 
Lo  !  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

All  the  Spirit  of  his  love. 

C.  Wesley. 
1241 

1  Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come  ; 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
Hear  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  ; 
Come,  and  take  us  to  thy  side. 
Thou  who  hast  our  place  prepared, 
Make  us  meet  for  our  reward  ; 
Then  with  all  thy  saints  descend  ; 
Then  our  earthly  trials  end. 

2  Mindful  of  thy  chosen  race, 
Shorten  these  vindictive  days, 
Hear  us  now,  and  save  thine  own, 
Who  for  full  redemption  groan. 
Now  destroy  the  Man  of  Sin, 
Now  thine  ancient  flock  bring  in, 
Filled  with  righteousness  divine  ; 
Claim  a  ransomed  world  for  thine  ! 

3  Plant  thy  heavenly  kingdom  here  ; 
Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear  ; 
Speak  the  sacred  number  sealed, 
Speak  the  mystery  revealed  : 
Take  to  thee  thy  royal  power ; 
Reign,  when  sin  shall  be  no  more  ! 
Reign,  when  death  no  more  shall  be  ! 
Reign  to  all  eternity !  c.  Wesley. 

DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  his  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  him  in  whitea 
Pilgrims  walking  in  his  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  his  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now  and  through  eternity. 


498  OCCASIONAL. 

A     BRIGHTER     DAY. 


I.  "  Lift  your  heads"  with  faith  ;  the    mor  -  row      Dawn-eth    bright-er      than     to  -  day 


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2   Does  the  night  seem  long  and  weary —  t  motions 

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499 


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!243 

2  Hail,  Jesus  !  all  victorious  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  by  all  mankind  adored  ! 
For  us  didst  thou  the  fight  maintain, 
And  o'er  our  foes  the  victory  gain, 
That  we,  with  thee,  might  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 


There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
With  saints  and  angels,  all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endless  day.  Medley. 


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2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour." 

3  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 


1       Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
1      The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

4  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption  ; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 


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OCCASIONAL. 


GOOD     TIDINGS. 


i.  Shout      the    tid-ings  of    sal  -  va  -  tion 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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2  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 

O'er  the  prairies  of  the  West ; 
Till  each  gath'ring  congregation 

With  the  gospel  sound  is  blest. — Cho. 

3  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 

Mingling  with   the  ocean's  roar; 
Till  the  ships  of  every  nation, 

Bear  the   news  from   shore  to  shore. — Cho. 

4  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 

O'er  the  islands  of  the   sea; 
Till,   in   humble   adoration, 

All   to  Christ  shall  bow  the  knee.— Cho. 


HOME     AND     FOREIGN     MISSIONS.  501 

ZARIA.      7S.  F.  L.  Benjamin. 


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Heathen  tribes  his  Name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  : 


Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace, 
Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we  then  our  gracious  Lord  ; 
Ever  praise  his  glorious  Name  ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record  ; 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Harriet  Auber. 


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L.  Mason. 

Fine. 


(Hast-en,  Lord,      the    glo-rious  time,       When,  be  -  neath  Mes  -  si    -     ah's     sway,     ^ 
'  \   Ev  -  ery     na   -    tion,   ev  -  ery    clime,       Shall  the     gos  -  pel     call         o    -     bey.      \ 
D.  c.  Sa  -  tan     and        his   host,  o'er-thrown,  Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt       no       more. 


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502  OCCASIONAL. 

IF     I     WERE     A     VOICE. 


I.    B.    WoODbUKY 


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gen  -  tie    might,  And  tell  them    to       be     true.  I  would  fly,    I  would  fly     o-ver 


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BENEVOLENCE. 


503 


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I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  o-ver  land  and  sea. 


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1247 

2  If  I  were  a  voice,  a  consoling  voice, 

I'd  fly  on  the  wings  of  the  air ; 
The  homes  of   sorrow  and   guilt  I'd 

seek, 
And  calm  and  truthful  words  I'd  speak, 

To  save  them  from  despair. 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  o'er  the  crowded 

town, 
And    drop,  like    the    happy    sunlight, 

down 
Into  the  hearts  of  suffering  men, 
And  teach  them  to  look  up  again : 

I  would  fly,  I  would  fly, 
I  would  fly  o'er  the  crowded  town. 

3  If  I  were  a  voice,  a  convincing  voice, 

I'd  travel  with  the  wind, 
And  wherever  I  saw  the  nations  torn, 
By  warfare,  jealousy,  spite  or  scorn, 

Or  hatred  of  their  kind, 


I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  on  the  thunder 

crash, 
And  into  their  blinded  bosoms  flash ; 
Then,  with  their  evil  thoughts  subdued, 
I'd  teach  them  Christian  brotherhood: 

I  would  fly,  I  would  fly, 
I  would  fly  on  the  thunder  crash. 

4  If  I  were  a  voice,  an  immortal  voice, 
I  would  fly  the  earth  around  : 
And  wherever  man  to  his  idols  bowed, 
I'd  publish  in  notes  both  long  and  loud 

The  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  on  the  wings 

of  day, 
Proclaiming  peace  on  my  world-wide 

way, 
Bidding  the  saddened  earth  rejoice — 
If  I  were  a  voice,  an  immortal  voice, 

I  would  fly,  I  would  fly, 
I  would  fly  on  the  wings  of  day. 


504  OCCASIONAL. 

SCATTER     SEEDS     OF     KINDNESS. 


S.  J.  Vail. 
By  perm.  0/  Philip  Phillips. 


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2  Strange,  we  never  prize  the  music 

Till  the  sweet-voiced  bird  has  flown  ! 
Strange,  that  we  should  slight  the  \  iolets 

Till  the  lovely  flowers  are  gone  ! 
Strange,  the  summer  skies  and  sunshine 

Never  seem  one  half  so  fair, 
As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 

Shake  the  white  down  in  the  air. 

3  If  we  knew  the  baby  fingers, 

Pressed  against  the  window  pane. 
Would  be  cold  and  still"  to  -morrow — 
Mi  \  ei  1  rouble  us  again — 


Would  the  bright  eyes  of  our  darling 
Catch  the  frown  upon  our  brow  ? 

Would  the  print  of  rosy  fingers 
Vex  us  then  as  they  do  now  ? 

4  Ah  !  those  little  ice-cold  ringers, 

How  they  point  our  memories  back 
To  the  hasty  words  and  actions 

Shewn  along  our  backward  track  ! 
How  those  little  hands  remind  us, 
As  in  snow\'  grace  they  lie, 

Not  to  scalier  thorns — but  roses — 

for  our  reaping  by  and  by  I 

M  \\    Km  !■  \  Smii  h. 


BENEVOLENCE. 
NOTHING     TO     DO.      Hymn  Chant. 


505 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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1249 


"  Nothing  to  do  !"  in  this. . . 
"  Nothing  to  do  !"  O  thou  . . 
"  Nothing  to  do  "'  there  are . 
"  Nothing  to  do  !"  there  are. 
"  Nothing  to  do  !"  and  thy. . 


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Chris  -  tian  soul, 

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The  simplest forms ...     of 

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fair     -  est  flowers, 

self     -  ish  stole ; 

day  by   day ; 

Chris  -  tian  speech  : 

paths  I    tread  ;" 


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Where  smiles  have on    -   ly         a 

Off  with  the gar  -  ments  of 

There  are  foes  to meet  thee   with  ■ 

There  are  hearts  to lure  thee   with 

Lord,  lend  thy help  all      the 


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Christ,  the 

There  is  error  to 

From  grimm-est 

Lest   faint     we 


breaking      ev  -  ery  day  !    "  Nothing  to   do  !"  "  Nothing  to  do  !" 

Lord,  hath  a  kingdom  to  win."  Nothing  to   do  !"  "  Nothing  to  do  !" 

con-quer,  strong  and  stout."  Nothing  to   do  !"  "  Nothing  to  do  !" 

haunts  of  sin's     de  -  file.     "  Nothing  to    do  !"  "  Nothing  to  do  !" 

cry,  "So    much     to     do!"   Lest  faint  we  cry,    "So  much  to  do!" 


506 


OCCASIONAL. 


IS     YOUR     LAMP     BURNING? 

Expressive.  .     i 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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2  Oh,  see  !  there  are  many  around  you 

Who  follow  wherever  you  go  ; 
And  thought  you  they  walked  in  the 
shadow 
Your  lamp  would  burn  brighter,   I 
know  : 
Upon  the  dark  mountains  they  stumble, 
They're  bruised  on  the  rocks,  and 
they  lie 
With  white  pleading  faces  turned  up- 
ward 
To  the  clouds  and  the  pitiful  sky. 

3  How  many  a  lamp»that  is  flick'ring 

Behold  we  anear  and  afar! 


Not  many  among  them,  my  brother, 
Shine  steadily  on  like  a  star  : 

I  think  were  they  trimmed  night  and 
morning, 
They  never  'd  burn  down  or  go  out, 

Tho'  from  the  four  quarters  of  heaven 
The  winds  were  all  blowing  about. 

Tf  once  all  the  lamps  that  are  lighted 
Should  steadily  blaze  in  a  line, — 

Wide  over  the  land  and  the  ocean, — 
What  a  girdle  of  glory  would  shine, 

How  all  the  dark  places  would  brighten, 
How  mists  would  roll  up  and  away! 

How  earth  would  laugh  out  in  her  glad- 
To  hail  the  millennial  day!        [ness 


BENEVOLENCE.  507 

WHILE     THE     DAYS     ARE     GOING     BY.      8s  &  7s.     Pec. 


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2  There's  no  time  for  idle  scorning 

While  the  days  are  going  by ; 
Let  our  face  be  like  the  morning 

While  the  days  are  going  by. 
Oh  !  the  world  is  full  of  sighs, 
Full  of  sad  and  weeping  eyes. 
Help  your  fallen  brothers  rise 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

3  All  the  loving  links  that  bind  us 

While  the  days  are  going  by, 
One  by  one  we  leave  behind  us 

While  the  days  are  going  by ; 
But  the  seeds  of  good  we  sow, 
Both  in  shade  and  shine  will  grow, 
And  will  keep  our  hearts  aglow 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 


508 


OCCASIONAL. 


C.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 

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252 

Go,  tell  the  sinful,  careless  soul 

The  warning  God  has  given  ; 
Go,  make- the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

With  healing  balm  from  heaven. 
Go  to  the  rude,  the  dark,  the  poor, 

That  live  estranged  from  God  ; — 
Bid  them  the  pearl  of  price  secure, 

Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
O  Jesus,  Friend  of  dying  men, 

Thy  presence  we  implore  ; 
Without  thy  blessing  all  is  vain  ; 

Be  With  US  evermore.  Hastings. 

253 

Weep  for  the  lost!  Thy  Saviour  wept 

O'er  Salem's  hapless  doom  ; 
He  wept,  to  think  their  day  was  past, 

And  come  their  night  of  gloom. 
Weep  for  the  lost !    Apostles  wept, 

That  men  should  error  choose  ; 
That  dying  men  should  Christ  reject, 

And  endless  life  refuse. 
Weep  for  the  lost !  The  lost  will  weep, 

In  that  long  night  of  woe, 
On  which  no  star  of  hope  will  rise, 

And  tears  in  vain  will  How. 
Weej)    for    the    lost  !      Lord,   make   us 
weep. 

And  toil,  with  ceaseless  care, 
To  save  our  friends,  ere  yet  they  pass 

That  point  of  deep  despair. 


1254-' 

1  Our  land,  with  mercies  crowned, 
This  wide,  enchanted  ground, 

O  God,  is  thine  : 
Our  fathers  knew  thy  name  ; 
The  trophies  of  their  fame — 
Our  heritage — proclaim, 

A  Power  divine. 

2  Far  in  the  purple  west, 
Thy  hand  with  beauty  drest 

These  fertile  plains, 
These  rivers  dark  and  deep, 
These  torrents  down  the  steep, 
These  mighty  woods  that  sweep 

From  mountain  chains. 

3  Dear  Native  Land,  rejoice  ! 
Raise  thou  thy  virgin  voice 

To  God  on  high  ; 
From  all  thy  hills  and  bays, 
From  all  thy  homes  and  ways, 
Let  symphonies  and  praise 

Ascend  the  sky. 

4  And  thou  Almighty  One, 
At  whose  eternal  throne 

She  bows  the  knee  ; 
In  all  the  coming  time, 
Bless  thou  this  favored  clime, 
And  may  her  deeds  sublime 

Be  hymns  to  thee  ! 

E.  T.  Winkler. 
*  Sing  to  "  America." 


509 


OUR     COUNTRY. 
AMERICA.      6s  &  4s. 


i.  My  country,  tis    of  thee,  Sweet  land  of  lib  -  er-ty,       Of  thee   I  sing  :  Land  where  my 


fathers  died,  Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride,  From  everv  mountain  side  Let  freedom  ring  ! 


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1255 

2  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song ; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light, 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King ! 

S.  F.  Smith. 
1256 

i  God  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night : 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save 
By  thy  great  might ! 
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2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies  ; 

On  him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  ! 

J.  S.  DwiGHT. 

1257 

1  Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne, 
Sorrow  look  down  upon ! 

God  save  the  poor  ! 
Teach  them  true  liberty, 
Make  them  from  tyrants  free, 
Let  their  homes  happy  be  ! 

God  save  the  poor  ! 

2  The  arms  of  wicked  men 

Do  thou  with  might  restrain  — 

God  save  the  poor ! 
Raise  thou  their  lowliness, 
Succor  thou  their  distress, 
Thou  whom  the  meanest  bless  : 

God  save  the  poor  ! 

3  Give  them  stanch  honesty, 
Let  their  pride  manly  be — 

God  save  the  poor  ! 
Help  them  to  hold  the  right, 
Give  them  both  truth  and  might, 
Lord  of  all  life  and  light ! 

God  save  the  poor  !        nicolu 


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OLIPHANT.      8s,  7s  &  4s. 


First  time. 


\  Vis  -  it,     Lord,  this   land    in      mcr 
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God     of        Na-tions,     God     of       Na-tions, 


1258 

2  Throw  thy  shield  of  strong  protection 

All  thy  favored  land  around  : 
Under  thy  benign  direction, 
Let  its  ruling  minds  be  found  ; 

Peace  diffusing 
To  the  nation's  utmost  bound. 

3  Let  not  such  a  land  of  beauty 

Lie  beneath  the  clouds  of  sin  ; 
Onward  urge  its  glorious  duty, 
Moral  victories  to  win  ; 

Now  in  mercy, 
Let  its  brightest  days  begin. 

4  Oh,  let  smiling  peace  bend  o'er  it, 

Oh,  let  constant  plenty  crown  ; 
Let  contention  flee  before  it, 
Let  it  tread  all  evil  down  ; 

While  dark  discord 
Sinks  beneath  a  nation's  frown. 

5  Let  the  bright  regeneration 

( )f  a  noble  people  come  ; 
And  their  moral  renovation 

Bless  the  States  and  make  them  one  ; 

Bidding  temperance  home. 

Flourish     round     their    hearth    and 


6  Bless  the  Rulers,  bless  the  nation, 
Bless  its  intellectual  sway ; 
Bless  its  rising  generation, 

Be  their  guide,  and  be  their  stay  ; 

Watching  o'er  them, 
To  their  history's  latest  day. 

1259 

1  "Ebenezer!  God  is  with  us!" 

Sang  our  fathers  long  ago : 
"  Ebenezer  !  God  is  with  us," 

Sing  their  grateful  children  now : 

Ebenezer ! 
Every  knee  in  worship  bow. 

2  Blessing  now  and  adoration 

Young  and  old  in  concert  sing; 
Sing  in  lofty  jubilation 

To  our  great  Redeemer,  King  ; 

Grace  and  mercy 
His  right  arm  alone  did  bring. 

3  "  Ebenezer  !  God  is  with  us  !  " 

Echo  down  the  stream  of  time, 
"  Ebenezer!"  till  the  story 

From  the  hills  of  glory  chime, 

And  the  angels 
Swell  the  <dorious  son';:  sublime 


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2  Thou  hast  made  our  land  to  quake, 
Heal  the  sorrows  thou  dost  make ; 
Bitter  is  the  cup  we  drink, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  sink. 

3  Be  thy  banner  now  unfurled, 
Show  thy  truth  to  all  the  world ; 

DORT.      6s  &  4s. 


f21 


Save  us,  Lord,  we  cry  to  thee, 
Lift  thine  arm — thy  chosen  free. 

4  Give  us  now  relief  from  pain, — 
Human  aid  is  all  in  vain : 
We,  through  God,  shall  yet  prevail, 
He  will  help,  when  foes  assail. 

Hatfield. 
L.  Mason. 


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2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  duty, — but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 
Amidst  your  mirth. 


The  God  of  harvest  praise  ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 

With  sweet  accord ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord.      Montgomery 


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OCCASIONAL. 


GLASGOW.       C.  M. 

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1262 

2  Oh,  guard  our  shore  from  every  foe, 

With  peace  our  borders  bless, 
With  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

4  Here  may  religion,  pure  and  mild, 

Smile  on  our  Sabbath  hours  ; 
And  piety  and  virtue  bless 
The  home  of  us  and  ours. 

5  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 

(  )ur  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust, 

Her  everlasting  friend.  Wreford. 

I263 

I    See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 


2  Alarming  judgments  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  yet  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Oh,  bid  us  turn,  Almighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

Steele. 
12  64 

i   Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty 
land  ; 
Behold,  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

3  Then  shall  our  loud  and  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God, 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

Watts. 


OUR     COUNTRY. 
UXBRIDGE.       L.  M. 


513 


L.  Mason. 


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1265 

i  Great  God  of  nations  !  now  to  thee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  • 
With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  Thy  name  we  bless,  Almighty  God  ! 
For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown, 
To  this  fair  land  the  Pilgrims  trod, — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here,  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 
And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray  : — 
Here,   thou   our   fathers'   steps    didst 

guide 
In  safety,  through  their  dangerous  way. 

4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel's  light, 
Through   all    our    land,    its    radiance 

sheds  ; 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
And    heavenly    blessings     round    us 

spreads. 

1266 

1  When  driven  by  oppression's  rod, 
Our  fathers  fled  beyond  the  sea, 
Their  care  was  first  to  honor  God, 
And  next  to  leave  their  children  free. 


2  Above  the  forest's  gloomy  shade, 
The  altar  and  the  school  appeared  : 
On  that  the  gifts  of  faith  were  laid, 
On   this    their    precious    hopes   were 

reared. 

3  The  altar  and  the  school  still  stand, 
The  sacred  pillars  of  our  trust ; 

And  freedom's  sons  shall  fill  the  land, 
While  we  are  sleeping  in  the  dust. 

4  Before  thine  altar,  Lord,. we  bend, 
With  grateful  song  and  fervent  prayer  ; 
For  thou,  who  wast  our  father's  Friend, 
Wilt  make  their  offspring  still  thy  care. 

I267 

1  Lord,  let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land, 
Still  sav'd  by  thine  almighty  hand, 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  Let  every  public  temple  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  holy  praise, 
Let  every  peaceful,  private  home 
A  temple,  Lord,  to  thee  become. 

3  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 
Still  in  thy  preeepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 


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2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  ; 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy  ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here  beneath  a  virtuous  sway 
May  we  cheerfully  obey  ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod  ; 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark!  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 


I269 


N.  Strong. 


1  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name  ! 

For  his  mercies,  firm  and  sure, 
From  eternity  the  same, 
To  eternity  endure. 

2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 

( lathered  out  of  every  laud, 
As  the  people  of  his  choice, 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

3  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow, 
Where,  from  flowery  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  How. 


4  Oh,  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord 
For  his  goodness  to  their  race  ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace  ! 

Montgomery. 
I270 

i  Praise,  oh  praise  our  God  and  King, 
Hymns  of  adoration  sing  ; 
For  his  mercies  still  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Praise  him  that  he  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  silver  moon  by  night, 
Shining  with  her  gentle  light. 

3  Praise  him  that  he  gave  the  rain 
To  mature  the  swelling  grain  ; 
And  had  bid  the  fruitful  field 
Crops  of  precious  increase  yield. 

4  Praise  him  for  our  harvest-store, — 
He  hath  filled  the  garner-floor, — 
And  for  rii  her  food  than  this, 
Pledge  of  everlasting  bliss. 

5  Glory  to  our  bounteous  King! 
Glory  let  Creation  sing  ! 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 

And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

11.  W.  Baker. 


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1271 

2  Star  of  hope !  gleam  |  on  the  |  billow ; 

Bless  the  soul  that  |  sighs  for  |  thee, 
Bless  the  sailor's  |  lonely  |  pillow, 
Far,  I  far  at  |  sea. 

3  Star  of  faith !  when  |  winds  are  |  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  |  flies  to  |  thee; 
Save  him  on  the  |  billows  |  rocking, 
Far,  I  far  at  [  sea. 

4  Star  Divine  !  oh,  |  safely  |  guide  him, 

Bring  the  wanderer  |  home  to  |  thee ; 
Sore  temptations  |  long  have  |  tried  him, 
Far,  I  far  at  I  sea. 


STAR     OF     PEACE.       Chant. 


J.  E.  Gould. 


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SAVIOUR,    PILOT     ME.       7s.     6  lines. 


J.  E.  Gould. 

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I.  Je  -    sus,  Sav   -    iour,     pi  -  lot      me 
D.s.  Chart  and  com    -    pass   came  from  thee : 


O  -  ver   life's        tem-pest-uous    sea ; 
Je  -    sus,  Sav   -    iour,    pi  -  lot      me. 


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1272 

2  When  the  Apostles'  fragile  bark 
Struggled  with  the  billows  dark, 
On  the  stormy  Galilee, 
Thou  didst  walk  upon  the  sea ; 
And  when  they  beheld  thy  form, 
Safe  they  glided  through  the  storm. 

3  As  a  mother  stills  her  child 
Thou  canst  hush  the  ocean  wild  ; 
Boisterous  waves  obey  thy  will 

NIGHT     THOUGHT.       L.   M. 


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When  thou  sayest  to  them  "Be  still." 
Wondrous  Sovereign  of  the  sea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 
When  at  last  I  near  the  shore, 
And  the  fearful  breakers  roar 
'Twixt  me  and  the  peaceful  rest, 
Then,  while  leaning  on  thy  breast, 
May  I  hear  thee  say  to  me, 
"  Fear  not,  I  will  pilot  thee  !" 


1273 

2  I  know  thou  wilt  not  slight  my  call  ! 
For  thou  dost  mark  the  sparrow's  fall  ! 
Ami  (aim  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rocked   in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

3  And  such  the  trust  that  still  were  mine, 
Tho'  stormy  winds  swept  o'er  the  brine, 


Or  though  the  tempest's  fiery  breath 
Roused   me   from  sleep  to   wreck   and 

death ! 
In  ocean  cave  still  safe  with  thee, 
The  germ  of  immortality  ; 
And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rocked  in  the  (radio  of  the  deep. 

Mi>S.    WlU.ARD, 


SEAMEN, 


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OVER     THE     SEA. 


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Fa- ther    a-  bove,   oh,    bring  me  home      Un-der   the  bright  ce  -  les-tial     dome. 

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1274 

2  Though  nature  in  commotion 

Defy  our  power  and  skill, 
Our  Jesus  rules  the  ocean, 
And  bids  the  winds  be  still. 

3  Sail  on  then,  comrades,  boldly, 

And  make  God's  word  your  chart ; 


Do  every  duty  nobly, 

With  joyful,  trustful  heart. 

4  We'll  float  the  gospel  banner, 
And  guard  it  with  our  life, 
And  shout  at  last,  "'  Hosanna," 
Victorious  in  the  strife. 


5i8 


OCCASIONAL. 


BOYLSTON.       S.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


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1  Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace, 

In  mercy  now  appear  ; 
We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 
And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Receive  these  lambs  to-day, 

O  Shepherd  of  the  flock, 
And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  Rock. 

3  To-day  in  love  descend  ; 

Oh,  come,  this  precious  hour  ; 
In  mercy  now  their  spirits  bend 
By  thy  resistless  power. 

4  Low  bending  at  thy  feet, 

Our  offspring  we  resign  : 
Thine  arm  is  strong,  thy  love  is  great, 
And  high  thy  glories  shine. 


1275 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee, 
Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 


I276 


1  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 

O  Lord  our  God,  as  thine : 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

2  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 

Thee  let  the  sons  adore  ; 
Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

3  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 

How  plenteous  is  thy  grace  ! 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

4  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God  ! 

To  latesl  times  thy  blessing  share, 

And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 


1278 


1  Great  God,  now  condescend 

To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 
The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  Oh,  what  a  pure  delight 

Their  happiness  to  see  ; 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 

The  word  of  truth  divine  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 

Fellows. 


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1279 

3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame, 

Amid  the  worldly  strife  ; 
But,  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  seek  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace, 

To  make  them  pure  in  heart, 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

I28o 

1  Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 

To  guide  untutored  youth, 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 

2  Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin 
To  seek  redeeming  grace  ! 

5  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  good  design  ; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine,     j.  strapham. 


I28l 

1  On,  through  Judea's  palmy  plain, 

By  Jordan's  silv'ry  shore, 
The     Saviour     leads    the    thronging 
train, 
Who  follow  to  adore. 

2  'Midst  youth,  and  sire,  and  blooming 

maid, 
He  marked  the  listening  child  ; 
His  hand  upon  its  head  he  laid, 
And  blest  in  accents  mild. 

3  Lord,  though  no  more  thy  hallowed 

form 
Can  greet  our  children's  sight, 
Grant   that,    whilst   life    their  breasts 

shall  warm 
Thy  word  may  guide  them  right. 

4  They  may  not  feel  thine  earthly  touch  ; 

But  be  thy  Spirit  given, 
To  make  them  holy ;  "  for  of  such 
The  kingdom  is  of  heaven." 


520  OCCASIONAL. 

MIDDLETON.       8s  &  7s.     Double. 


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1282 

2  We  have  met,  and  time  is  flying ; 

We  shall  part,  and  still  his  wing, 
Sweeping  o'er  the  dead  and  dying, 

Will  the  changeful  seasons  bring : 
Let  us,  while  our  hearts  are  lightest, 

In  our  fresh  and  early  years, 
Turn  to  him  whose  smile  is  brightest, 

And  whose  grace  will  calm  our  fears. 

3  Then  he  'il  aid  us,  should  existence 

With  its  sorrows  sting  the  breast; 
Gleaming  in  the  onward  distance, 

Faith  will  mark  the  land  of  rest : 
'I  here,    'midst    day  beams    round    him 

playing, 

We  our  bather's  face  shall  sec. 
And  shall  hear  him  gently  saying, 
"  Little  children,  1 1  >me  to  me." 


I283 

1  Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 

With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 
And  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share, 
Now,  these  little  ones  receiving. 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 

Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

2  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lions'  prey; 
Let  thy  tenderness  so  loving 

Keep    them     all     life's     dangerous 
way. 
Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

Ml  IILENDERG. 


TEMPERANCE, 


521 


ILLINOIS.       L.  M. 


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1284 

2  Hosannas,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing, 
Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys  ! 
What  countless  thousands  tribute  bring, 
For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days  ! 

3  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed, 
Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound  ; 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed  ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found  ! 

4  Spare,  Lord,    the   thoughtless !    guide 

the  blind  ! 
Till  man  no  more  shall  deem  it  just 
To  live,  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 

Sargent. 

1285 

i  We  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul, 
While  the  past  year  prolonged  its  flight, 
Turned  shudd'ring  from  the  pois'nous 

bowl, 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light ! 

2  We  praise  thee — if  one  clouded  home, 
Where  broken  hearts  despairing  pined, 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come, 
Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind. 

3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 
Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end — 
No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 


4  Still  give  us  grace,  Almighty  King, 
Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand ; 
Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 

1286 

1  Great  God,  whose  hand  outpours  the 

rills  [hills, 

And  springs  that  burst  from  all  the 
At  whose  command  the  rock  was  riven, 
Who    send'st    on    all,    thy    rain    from 

heaven ; 

2  We  bless  thee  for  the  crystal  draught 
By  sinless  man  in  Eden  quaffed ; 
Type  of  that  fount  whose  streams  above, 
Flood  endless  worlds  with  life  and  love ! 

3  If  there  the  drunkard  may  not  dwell, 
But  woes  crowd  thick  his  paths  to  hell, 
Oh,  wake  and  help  us,  Lord,  to  save 
Their    souls    from    thirst    beyond    the 

grave  ! 

4  Help  them  to  heed  thy  word  divine, 
And  look  not  on  the  crimson  wine, 
To  fear  and  flee  th'  accursed  thing 
As  serpent's  bite  or  adder's  sting. 

5  Stay  thou,  O  Lord,  the  tide  of  death ! 
Rebuke  the  demon's  blasting  breath ! 
And  speed,  oh,  speed,  on  every  shore, 
The  day  when  strong  drink  slays  no 

more ! 


522  OCCASIONAL. 

LITCHFIELD.       C.   M. 


I.  Life     from    the  dead,  AI  -  might -y      God, 


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1287 

2  Life  from  the  dead  !  For  those  we  plead 

Fast  bound  in  passion's  chain, 
That,  from  their  iron  fetters  freed, 
They  wake  to  life  again. 

3  Life  from  the  dead  !  Quickened  by  thee, 

Be  all  their  powers  inclined 


To  temperance,  truth,  and  piety, 
And  pleasures  pure,  refined. 

4  And  may  they  by  thy  help  abide, 
The  tempter's  power  withstand, 
By  grace  restored  and  purified 
In  Christ  accepted  stand. 


CAPELLO.       S.   M. 


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2  Mourn  for  the  tarnished  gem  — 

For  reason's  light  divine. 
Quenched  from  the  soul's  bright  dia- 
W'here  God  had  bid  it  shine,    [dem, 

3  Mourn  for  the  ruined  soul  — 

Eternal  life  and  light 
Lost  by  the  fiery,  maddening  bowl, 
And  turned  to  hopeless  night. 


Mourn  for  the  lost — but  call, 
Call  to  the  strong,  the  free  ; 

Rouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall, 
And  to  the  refuge  flee. 

Mourn  for  the  lost — but  pray, 

Pray  to  our  God  above, 
To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 

And  show  his  saving  love. 


THE     YEAR. 


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SHOEL.       L.  M. 


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2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy   hand    supports    and   guides    the 

whole, 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  vail  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  adorns  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  to  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through    all   our    coasts,    redundant 

stores : 
And  winters,  softened,  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks,  and 

days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Doddridge. 
I290 

I  Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  ; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 


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By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  5 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 
We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest, 
Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

Doddridge. 
291 

Our  helper,  God,  we  bless  thy  name, 
Whose  love  forever  is  the  same  ; 
The  tokens  of  whose  gracious  care 
Begin  and  crown  and  close  the  year. 

Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on  ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known , 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

Our  grateful  souls*  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more, 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

DoDDRIDGa, 


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2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 

In  all  his  ways  ; 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  : 

He  calls  himself  my  God  ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 

Through  Jesus'  blood. 

4  He  by  himself  hath  sworn  : 

I  on  his  oath  depend  ; 
I  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend  ; 
I  shall  behold  his  face  ; 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore.  Oliver. 


I293 

1  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest; 
The  land  of  sacred  liberty 

And  endless  rest : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 
And  oil  and  wine  abound, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 
With  mercy  crowned. 

2  He  keeps  his  own  secure  ; 

He  guards  them  by  his  side; 
Arrays  in  garments  white  and  pure 

His  spotless  bride  ; 
With  streams  of  sacred  bliss, 
With  groves  of  living  joys, 
With  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise, 
He  still  supplies. 

3  Before  the  great  Three-One 

They  all  exulting  stand, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 

Through  all  their  land  : 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  swell  the  growing  fame, 
And  sing,  in  songs  which  never  end 
The  wondrous  Name.       Olivers. 


THE     YEAR. 

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2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 
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526 


OCCASIONAL. 


ASHLAND.     C.  M. 


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2  It  may  be  we  shall  toil  in  vain 

For  what  the  world  holds  fair ; 
And  all  the  good  we  thought  to  gain, 
Deceive  and  prove  but  care. 

3  It  may  be  it  shall  darkly  blend 

Our  love  with  anxious  fears, 
And  snatch  away  the  valued  friend, 
The  tried  of  many  years. 

4  It  may  be  it  shall  bring  us  days 

And  nights  of  lingering  pain  ; 

And  bid  us  take  a  farewell  gaze 

Of  these  loved  haunts  of  men. 

5  But  calmly,  Lord,  on  thee  we  rest ; 

No  fears  our  trust  shall  move  ; 
Thou  knowest  what  for  each  is  best, 
And  thou  art  Perfect  Love. 

I296 

1    STERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains. 
Encircling  nature  round  ; 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 
Of  late  with  verdure  crowned  ! 


!  2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 
And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart, — 

My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reign*. 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confined  in  cold,  inactive  chains  ; 

How  desolate  and  sad  ! 

Return,  O  blissful  sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 

This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

Oh,  happy  state,  divine  abode  ! 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns, 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 

Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 

Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  dis- 
play, 

My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 

Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

Steflh. 


THE     YEAR. 
DUNLAP'S     CREEK.       C.  M. 


527 


1.  Re-  mark,  my  soul,      the      nar-  row  bound       Of      each   re  -  volv  -   ing     year; 


How    swift  the  weeks  com  -  plete  their  round  !   How  short  the  months  ap  -   pear  \ 

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2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 

The  swift-revolving  year, 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Awake,  O  God,  my  careless  heart 

Its  great  concerns  to  see, 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 
<$  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 
If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 

To  joy  beyond  the  skies.       Doddridge. 

1298 

1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

3  Great  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! — 
The  final  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 


Eternal  joy,  or  endless  woe, 

Attends  on  every  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

Awake,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

_  _  _  Watts. 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 

Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 
Much  of  my  hasty  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, — 

The  few  that  yet  remain. 
Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  : 
What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure  ?  how 
fair? 

What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 
Behold,  another  year  begins  ; 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 

In  Christ  so  freely  given. 
Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 

Nor  doubt  a  happy  end.     s.  Browne. 


523 


OCCASIONAL. 


MARLOW.       C.  M. 


L.  Mason. 


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2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more, 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

Newton. 
I  30  I 

1  God  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise 

Our  voices  shall  resound  : 
Thy  hand  directs  our  fleeting  days, 
And  brings  the  seasons  round. 

2  To  thee  shall  grateful  songs  arise, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend, 
Whose  constant  mercies  from  the  skies, 
In  genial  streams  descend. 

3  In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see  ; 
And  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 
So  let  our  praises  be. 


4  Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene, 

In  every  age,  appear  ; 
And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

5  If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 

Our  wandering  souls  to  God  : 
In  our  affliction  we  shall  sing, 
If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 

Heginbotham. 

1302 

1  The  time  is  short !  sinners,  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 

2  The  time  is  short !     O  sinners,  now 

To  Christ,  the  Lord,  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints,  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come  ; 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's 
voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4  The  time  is  short !  the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 

HOSKINS. 


THE     YEAR. 


529 


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2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay ; 

The  arrow  is  flown  ; 

The  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view ;  and  eternity's  near. 

3  Oh,  that  each,  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do  f 

Oh,  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ; 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 

C.  Wesley. 


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r  Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around, 

Crowned  with  mercies  large  and  free, 
Rich  thy  gifts  to  us  abound, 

Warm  our  praise  shall  rise  to  thee. 

2  Kindly  to  our  worship  bow, 

While  our  grateful  thanks  we  tell, 
That,  sustained  by  thee,  we  now 
Bid  the  parting  year — farewell ! 

3  All  its  numbered  days  are  sped, 

Ail  its  busy  scenes  are  o'er, 
All  its  joys  forever  fled, 

All  its  sorrows  felt  no  more. 

4  Mingled  with  the  eternal  past, 

Its  remembrance  shall  decay ; 
Yet  to  be  revived  at  last 

At  the  solemn  judgment-day. 

5  All  our  follies,  Lord,  forgive  ! 

Cleanse  us  from  each  guilty  stain  ; 
Let  thy  grace  within  us  live, 

That  we  spend  not  years  in  vain. 

6  Then,  when  life's  lasl  eve  shall  come, 

Happy  spirits,  may  we  fly 


To  our  everlasting  home, 

To  our  Father's  house  on  high  ! 

R.  Palmer. 

i  For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace 

Constant  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  song  of  thankfulness  ; 
Jesus,  our  Redeemer,  hear. 

2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  Strength,  be  thou  our  Stay, 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  Way. 

3  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 
Comfort  thou  his  dying  bed. 

4  Make  us  faithful,  make  us  pure, 

Keep  us  evermore  thine  own, 
Help  thy  servants  to  endure, 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 

5  So  within  thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 
Thee  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

H.    DoWNTON. 


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Of  all  I  gave  thee,  warder, 
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Soul,  soul,  hear  Jesus  calling  ! 

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Oh !  answer  now,  responding 

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A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 


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Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 

Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 
Secure  in  Jesus'  love.      j.  burton. 


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As  hastes  the  sun  away, 
As  stormy  winds,  complaining, 

Bring  on  the  wintry  clay, 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us — 

The  darkness  of  the  grave  ; 
And  death  is  just  before  us  : 

God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 

3  Say,  hath  thy  heart  its  treasure 

Laid  up  in  worlds  above  ? 
And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love  ? 
Beware,  lest  death's  dark  river 

Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll, 
And  thou  lament  forever 

The  ruin  of  thy  soul.         s.  F.  Smith. 

I3O9 

1   The  leaves,  around  me  falling, 

Are  preaching  of  decay, 
The  hollow  winds  arc  calling, 

"Come,  pilgrim,  come  away!" 
The  day,  in  nighl  de<  lining, 

Says  I  must,  too,  dec  line  ; 


The  year,  its  life  resigning — 
Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 

2  The  light  my  path  surrounding, 

The  loves,  to  which  I  cling, 
The  hopes  within  me  bounding, 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing — 
All  melt,  like  stars  of  even, 

Before  the  morning's  ray — 
Pass  upward  unto  heaven, 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends,  gone  there  before  me, 

Are  calling  from  on  high ; 
And  joyous  angels  o'er  me, 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky. 
"  Why  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  ? 
Oh,  rise  to  glory,  hither, 

And  find  true  life  begin." 

4  I  hear  the  invitation, 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come — 
A  sinner  to  salvation  ; 

An  exile  to  his  home : 
But,  while  1  here  must  linger, 

Thus,  thus  let  all  I  see 
Point  on,  with  faithful  finger, 

To  heaven,  O  Lord,  and  Thee. 

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2  One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee ; 
Do  not  fear  an  armed  band  ; 
One  will  fade  while  others  greet  thee, 
Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 


3  Hours  are  golden  links,  God's  token, 
Reaching  heaven,  but  one  by  one  ; 
Take  them  lest  the  chain  be  broken, 
Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


MY    TIMES    ARE     IN     THY     HAND.       Hymn  Chant. 


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2  My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Whatever  |  they  may  |  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  |  seem  to  |  thee. 

3  My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Why  should  I  |  doubt  or  |  fear? 


A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  |  needless  |  tear. 

4  My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
Jesus,  the  |  cruci-  |  tied  , 
The  hand  my  many  sins  have  pierced 
Is  now  my  |  guard  and  |  guide. 


W.  F.  Lloyd. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


L.  M. 
Praise   God,  from   whom  all  blessings 

flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

C.  M. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where    there    are   works   to   make   him 
known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

C.  M.     Double. 
The  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word 

And  new-creating  breath : 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  All-Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

S.  M. 
To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 

Through  all  eternity. 

C.  P.  M. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The    God    whom    heaven's    triumphant 
host 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  : 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  SO  shall  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


C.  L.  M. 
O  Father  of  unbounded  plight, 

O  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Adored  by  all  the  saints  in  light, 

And  by  the  angel  host, — 
Our  humble  praise  we  bring  to  thee, 
And  will,  throughout  eternity. 

H.  M. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praise  ; 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores, 

7s. 
Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

7s.     6  lines. 
Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost: 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

7s.     Double. 
Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  his  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  his  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  his  only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  he 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


535 


8s  &  7s. 
Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above. 

8s*  &  7s.    Double. 
Praise  the  God  of  all  creation  ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  : 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

8s,  7s  &  4s. 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Father ! 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One : 

Glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

8s,  7s  &  4s 
Great  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


7s  &  6s.     Iambic. 
To  thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings : 
We'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

6s  &  4s. 
To  God — the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit — Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song  ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong  ; 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong — 

On  earth,  in  heaven. 

lis. 
O   Father   Almighty,  to   thee   be   ad- 

drest, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  One  God 

ever  blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and 

from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be 

given. 


THE     LORD'S     PRAYER. 


Gregolian  Chant. 


i  Our  Father,  who  art  in  heaven,  |  hallowed  |  be  thy  |  name  ; 

Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done  on  |  earth,  *  as  it  |  is  in  |  heaven ; 

2  Give  us  this  |  day  our  |  daily  j  bread  ; 

And  forgive  us  our  trespasses,  as  we  forgive  [  them  that  |  tres-  ■  pass  a-  |  gainst 
us. 

3  And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  |  us  from  |  evil ;    . 

For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  for-  |  ever.  |  A / 

men. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see 632 

Abide  with  me !  fast  falls  the  eventide.. .  89 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King 646 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 926 

A  crown  of  glory  bright 105 1 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 1131 

After  the  Christian's  tears 1097 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 39 

Ah  !  this  heart  is  void  and  chill 1048 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 347 

All-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise  437 

All  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name 446 

All  is  dying  ;  hearts  are  breaking 1022 

All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt 873 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord 244 

Almighty  Father  of  mankind 201 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast 60 

Almighty  God,  we  praise  and  own 134 

Almighty  Maker,  God 233 

Almighty  Saviour,  here  we  stand 752 

Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny 266 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us 930 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound..  891 

Amazing  sight  !  the  Saviour  stands. . . .  578 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 720 

Amidst  us  our  Beloved  stands 790 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be 827 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 671 

And  are  we  yet  alive 780 

And  can  I  yet  delay 682 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 601 

And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just 349 

And  dost  thou  say,  "  Ask  what  thou. . ..  897 

And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 1136 

And  may  I  hope,  that  when  no  more. . .  1060 

And  must  this  body  die .  n§7 

And  now  another  week  begins 40 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year I299 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 603 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend. . . .  579 

And  wilt  thou,  O  Eternal  God 1184 


HVMW 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 271 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung 285 

Angels  !  roll  the  rock  away 365 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us 1127 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 22 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing 809 

A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world.  . ..     345 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 663 

Arise  !  arise  !  with  joy  survey i2°A 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 427 

Arise,  my  soul,  fly  up  and  run 1074 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 828 

Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore 383 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 1207 

Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne 438 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven. ..  1094 

Around  thy  grave,  Lord  Jesus 730 

Around  thy  table,  holy  Lord 795 

As  bowed  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose. .    1128 

As  flows  the  rapid  river. 1308 

Ashamed  to  be  a  Christian 710 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 418 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !   blessed  sleep 1100 

As  now  the  sun's  declining  rays 52 

As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet 984 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams. ..     223 
Assembled  at  thy  great  command  .......    1208 

As  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the  morn.  1 107 
As  when  in  silence,  vernal  showers. . . .      503 

As  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 1064. 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 504 

At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set 312 

A  throne  of  grace  !  then  let  us  go 64 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  ....     786 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 483 

Awake,  awake,  each  drowsy  soul 558 

Awake,  awake,  the  sacred  song 290 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 703 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 30 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 850 

Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes 953 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve. ..  955 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring  . .  120 

Awake,  our  souls  !   away,  our  fears 952 

Awake,  ye  saints  '  awake    9 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 1042 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above 10S6 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 117 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow 1190 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay 263 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme  196 

Begone,  unbelief !    my  Saviour  is  near.  .  1031 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 571 

Behold  !  behold  !  the  Lamb  of  God. . . .  356 

Behold  the  amazing  sight. 351 

Behold,  the  day  is  come 600 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb   447 

Behold,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 1213 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 824 

J3ehold  the  path  that  mortals  tread 560 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 346 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 818 

Behold  the  western  evening  light 1129 

Behold  !   what  wondrous  grace    808 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 342 

Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the. ...  255 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross 776 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  lay  me  down 340 

Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 1280 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 951 

Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God    .      121 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping.  . .  1146 

Blessed  angels,  high  in  heaven.  .......  931 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 857 

Blessed  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 775 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 130 

Blest  be  the  tic  that  binds 779 

Blest  Comforter  Divine 539 

Blest  feast  of  love  divine 805 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart.  913 

Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning..  41 

Blest  Saviour,  we  thy  will  obey 741 

Blood  is  the  price  of  heaven 355 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 625 

Bondage  and  death  the  cup  contains.  . .  1284 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree   357 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed 784 

Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken....  813 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 973 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the.. ..  298 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led.. . .  299 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death.  .  .  556 


HYMN 

Brother,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow' 1139 

Builder  of  mighty  worlds  on  worlds. .  ..  1186 

Buried  beneath  the  yielding  wave      .    ..  744 
Buried  with  Christ  by  baptism  unto. Page  290 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 585 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm. .  919 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 976 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish. .  1140 

Children  of  God,  who,  faint  and  slow.. .  1004 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king 967 

Choose  ye  his  cross  to  bear 762 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me 860 

Christ,  above  all  glory  seated 423 

Christian,  let  }rour  heart  be  glad 968 

Christians,  the  glorious  hope  ye  know. .  1212 

Christ  is  coming  !  let  creation 397 

Christ  is  our  Corner-stone 845 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground. 975 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again 367 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day,  Sons  of.  364 

Christ,  who  came  my  soul  to  save 732 

Church  of  the  ever-living  God 822 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 416 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 76 

Come,  blessed  Spirit !  source  of  light. .  499 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  thy  sheep  51 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  505 

Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come 1241 

Come,  every  pious  heart 428 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove. .  501 

Come,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb....  736 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 572 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come 515 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  one 512 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind 502 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Let  th}'  bright  538 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  With  energy..  543 

Come,  Hoi)'  Spirit,  Dove  divine 737 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove 521 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God 766 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 773 

Come  join,  ye  saints,  with  heart  and  voice  426 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 1230 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 144 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.  1303 

Come,  let  us  gladly  sing 254 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. . .  453 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above.  .  . .  769 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise.  .  460 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 443 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus 490 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs.".. .  432 

Come,  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh. ...  54 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not. . 407 

Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again. 819 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 6 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest 497 

Come,  O  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 124 

Come,  O  my  soul,  to  Calvary 814 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above 507 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice . ..  614 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace..  191 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast 582 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 229 

Come,  Spirit,  source  of  light 542 

Come,  take  my  yoke,  the  Saviour  said. .  569 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King 114 

Come,  thou  celestial  Spirit,  come 510 

Come,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints 46 

Come,  thou  eternal  Spirit,  come 511 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing.  . .  849 

Come  to  jesus 638 

Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark 590 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer 75 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace 598 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast.  670 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed  553 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 68 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 630 

Come  ye  lofty,  come  ye  lowly 278 

Come,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden 627 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 626 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord..  208 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name..  451 

Complete  in  thee  !  no  work  of  mine. . .  .  879 

Constrained  by  love,  we  follow  where  .  .  753 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing. .  421 

Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the 348 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust. 823 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders 615 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 471 

Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me 19 

Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep.  1101 

Dear  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love.  746 

Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine 810 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall .  662 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 55 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw. .  .  629 

Deny  thee?  what !  deny  the  way. 899 

Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be. . 700 

Descend,  celestial  Dove 731 

Descend  from  Heaven,  immortal  Dove.  1062 


Descend,  immortal  Dove 535 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 681 

Did  Jesus  weep  for  me 684 

Disowned  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd.  1215 

Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 695 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 875 

Down  to  the  sacred  wave 761 

Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near. . .  789 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 48 

Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair 419 

Ebenezer  !  God  is  with  us. 1259 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now 484 

Enthroned  oil  high,  Almighty  Lord 528 

Ere  another  Sabbath's  close 83 

Eternal  Father,  thou  hast  said 1210 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 1289 

Eternal  Spirit !  God  of  truth 517 

Eternal  Spirit  !  we  confess 496 

Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise 187 

Eternity  !  Eternity 559 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 557 

Exert  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain. . .  i2oq 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy 862 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is. . . .  94 

Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  the  road .  .  970 

Fair  shines  the  morning  star 623 

Fair  vision  !  how  thy  distant  gleam. . . .  1091 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss.  912 

Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are 216 

Faith  is  a  precious  grace 928 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 833 

Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell 1099 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 1015 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night. .  1078 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 62 

Father  !  beneath  thy  shelt'ring  wing. . . .  945 

Father  !  how  wide  thy  glory  shines.   ...  179 

Father  !  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 1071 

Father  !  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee.. . . .  687 

Father  of  heaven  !  whose  love  profound  no 

Father  of  love  and  power 116 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  car 1168 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house   1170 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word n 56 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 997 

Fiercely  came  the  tempest  sweeping. ...  309 

Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float. .....  f2o6 

Flow  fast,  my  tears  !  the  cause  is  great. .  323 

For  a  season  called  to  part   84 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 075 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Forever  with  the  Lord 1133 

For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace 1305 

Friend  after  friend  departs 1143 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. . .  1198 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard 326 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows. ...  27 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 1233 

From  the  cross,  uplifted  high 613 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise..  457 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise 777 

From  whence  these  direful  omens. 344 

From  yonder  Rocky  Mountains 1196 

Gently,  gently,  lay  the  rod 696 

Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 1023 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 1010 

Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above. . .  139 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 815 

Glory  to  God  on  high 414 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 33 

Go  and  tell  Jesus 702 

God  bless  our  native  land 1256 

God  calling  yet  !  shall  I  not  hear 573 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 1150 

God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place 207 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 194 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 252 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 147 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 193 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 212 

God  of  eternity,  from  thee 555 

God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love 694 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days.  . ..  162 

God  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise. .  .  .  1301 

God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us 87 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice. ...  32 

God  of  the  world  !  thy  glories  shine. . .  .  167 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing 916 

God  with  us  !  oh,  wondrous  name 275 

Go  forth  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. .  1252 

Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent 906 

Go,  labor  thou,  while  it  is  day 901 

"Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord  1167 

Go,  preach  the  blest  salvation 1194 

Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted  dead 1106 

Go  thou  in  life's  fair  morning 640 

Go  to  dark  Gcthsemane 362 

Go,  tune  thy  voice  to  sacred  song 449 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 477 

Gracious  Spirit  !  love  divine 544 

Great  Father  of  our  feeble  race 522 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame 152 


HYMN 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou.    ...  173 

Great  God  !  indulge  my  humble  claim   -  t£0 

Great  God  !  now  condescend i2"?8 

Great  God  of  nations  !  now  to  thee. . . .  1265 

Great  God  !   the  nations  of  the   earth. .  .  1218 

Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song..  .  35 

Great  God  '  we  in  thy  courts  appear  ..  .  738 

Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand.  1290 

Great  God  !  whose  hand  outpours  the. .  1286 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 836 

Great  is  the  Lord  !  What  tongue 143 

Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame 188 

Great  Spirit  !  by  whose  mighty  power.  .  494 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 1029 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  jews.  902 

Hail  !  morning  known  among  the  blest.  374 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 869 

Hail,  sacred  truth  !    whose  piercing  rays  1162 

Had,  sov'reign  love  !   that  form'd  the. . .  713 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie,  that  binds.  ..  772 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise 368 

Hail,  thou  happy  morn  so  glorious 395 

Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 276 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus 393 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad.  . .  846 

Hail  to  thee,  our  risen  King 369 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed    294 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace. . . .  439 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 63 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 907 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 771 

Hark  !   a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding.. . .  277 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  warning  sound  n  18 

Hark  !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy 297 

Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds..  1243 

Hark,  my  soul,  how  every  thing 247 

Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  728 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices...  392 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  ....  284 

Hark  .'  the  herald  angels  sing 272,  273 

Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee 1238 

Hark  !   the  sound  of  holy  voices 488 

Hark  f.  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy. . . .  358 

Hark!  what  celestial  soHnds 296 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. . ..  269 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 1246 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 610 

Haste,  traveler,  haste  !   the  night  comes.  634 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep 31 

Hear,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you 619 

Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 620 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES, 


Hear  the  royal  proclamation 1244 

Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent 691 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven nig 

Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye 974 

Heavenly  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us...  107 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies. . ..  335 

He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 274 

He  lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heavenly 380 

He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives. .  . .  377 

Heralds  of  creation  !  cry 245 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet   801 

Here,  Saviour,  we  do  come 763 

Here  we  meet  to  part  again 1058 

He's  come  !  let  every  knee  be  bent 493 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 932 

High  in  the  heavens,  Eternal  God 168 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 1085 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 174 

Holy  Father  !  thou  hast  taught  me 1030 

Holy  Ghost  !  dispel  our  sadness 514 

Holy  Ghost  !  with  light  divine 546 

Holy,  holy,  holy  is  the  Lord 267 

Holy  Spirit  !  from  on  high. 548 

Holy  Spirit  !   in  my  breast 547 

Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light 545 

Holy  Spirit !   source  of  light 549 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear.  .  .  .  1068 

Hosanna  be  our  cheerful  song 445 

Hosanna  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 482 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 381 

How  beauteous.are  their  feet 1163 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine.  315 

How  blest  the  hour  when  first  we  gave.  742 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies. .  1102 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 765 

How  calmly  wakes  the  hallowed  morn..  750 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 877 

How  charming  is  the  place 72 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 350 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 45 

How  dread  are  thine  eternal  years 197 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the.  1033 

How  gentle  God's  commands 238 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 871 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 533 

How  long,  sometimes,  a  day  appears. .  .  225 

How  pleasant !  how  divinely  fair 16 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 13 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 1159 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 673 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  1161 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 593 


How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 

How  sweet !  how  heavenly  is  the  sight. 
How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound.  , 
How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day.  .  .  . 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds.  . 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile .  . 

How  sweet,  upon  this  sacred  day 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours. . . 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below. .  . . 
How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  the  skies..  . 

How  vast  the  treasure  we  possess 

How  wondrous  was  the  burning  zeal..  . 


I  AM  coming  to  the  cross 

I  bless  thee,  Lord,  for  sorrow  sent 

I  bring  my  sins  to  thee 

I  feed  by  faith  on  Christ  ;  my  bread. . . . 
If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things. . . . 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 

If  I  were  a  voice,  a  persuasive  voice . . . 

If  thou  dost  truly  seek  to  live 

If,  through  unruffled  seas 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say  

I  know  not  whether  dark  or  bright 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  And.  ., 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ;  He.  . . 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives ;  What. 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 

I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light , 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath.  . . 

I  long  to  behold  him  arrayed 

I  love,  I  love  thee,  Lord  most  high 

I  love  thee,  O  my  God,  and  still 

I  love  the  sacred  Book  of  God 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 

I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below 

I  love  to  sing  of  heaven 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 

Incarnate  Word  !  by  every  grief 

In  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire 

I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his.  .  .  . 
In  loud  exalted  strains 


796 

770 

3" 
1 104 

470 
73 
17 

102 

938 
1002 
1 1 10 

882 
343 

680 
989 

854 
792 

1007 
800 

1247 
566 

ion 
570 
870 

1089 
458 
461 
378 
855 
649 
170 

1041 
887 
476. 

1152 
832 
49 

1050 

57 

863 

1044 

1046 

722 

743 

181 

•    3i8. 

441 

966 

674 

61 

1180 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way 580 

In  stature  grows  the  heavenly  Child  . . .  301 

In  the  bright  morn  of  life 5S7 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 1059 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 486 

In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 1027 

In  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and  light.  1098 

In  the  hour  of  my  distress 1026 

In  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God 996 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to. ..  1035 

I  saw,  beyond  the  iomb 606 

I  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near 387 

I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall 672 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 706 

I  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God 175 

Is  this  the  kind  return 679 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 287 

I  think,  when  I  read  the  sweet  story  of  .  305 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 864 

I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God. . .  654 

It  is  not  death  to  die 1130 

I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price.  . .  475 

I  was  a  foe  to  God 724 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 723 

I  worship  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God 914 

I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father 868 

I  would  not  live  away  :  I  ask  not  to  stay  n  13 

Jehovah  God  !  thy  gracious  power.  . .  .  182 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high 163 

Jerusalem,  forever  bright I°93 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 1090 

Jerusalem  the  golden 1087 

Jesus  a  child  his  course  begun 303 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend 660 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 712 

Jesus  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 980 

Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over 424 

Jesus  comes  to  souls  rejoicing 401 

Jesus  !  delightful,  charming  name 459 

Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart 893 

Jesus,  grant  me  this  I  pray   102 1 

Jesus,  I  am  never  weary 1024 

Jesus,  I  come,  I  come  to-night 689 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 465 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise 1219 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 705 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 806 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies 787 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 697 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 685 

Jesus,  mighty  King  in  Zion 734 


HYMN 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 708 

Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 1005 

Jesus  only,  when  the  morning 982 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne 382 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me 1272 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 1201 

Jesus — the  name  high  over  all 450 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee 657 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 468 

Jesus  !    thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend 664 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 435 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 865 

Jesus  !   thy  love  shall  we  forget 799 

Jesus  !  thy  name  I  love 890 

Jesus  !  th}'  robe  of  righteousness S81 

Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee 1073 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee 74 

Jesus  wept !  those  tears  arc  over 320 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey 807 

Jesus,  while  this  rough  desert  soil 950 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  of  wisdom..  429 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move 1049 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 281 

Just  are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word ....  156 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 656 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things 186 

Keep  us,  Lord  !  oh  keep  us  ever 8i? 

Kindred  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake. . .  767 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong. .  125 

Laborers  of  Christ,  arise 924 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 1158 

Lamp  of  our  feet !  whereby  we  trace. ...  n  57 

"  Land  ahead  !"  its  fruits  are  waving.  ...  1056 

Late,  late,  so  late  !  and  dark  the  night. .  643 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 171 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  ....  215 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 576 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 949 

Let  sinners  take  their  course 97 

Let  songs  of  praise  fill  the  sky 526 

Let  us  awake  our  joys 411 

Let  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams 1248 

Let  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 804 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 825 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice 131 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 1174 

Life  from  the  dead,  Almighty  God 1287 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 554 

"  Lift  your  heads"  with  faith 1242 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire 8 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart 1216 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray 353 

Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore 133 

Lo,  he  comes  !  let  all  adore  him 816 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending  ! 

Hark  !  the  trump 399 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored 396 

Lo  !  he  cometh, — countless  trumpets. . .  398 

Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day. . .  1191 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking. . .  1221 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious.  .  394 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name 206 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 940 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 622 

Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  flee 908 

Lord,  at  this  closing  hour 81 

Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold 803 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear 44 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 86 

Lord,  forever  at  thy  side 977 

Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne. . . .' 1257 

Lord,  from  thy  unexhausted  store 154 

Lord  God  of  hosts,  by  all  adored 169 

Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost 534 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 21 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways 164 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they  ....  880 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  and  in  thy  aid 756 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine.  .......  655 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 972 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing. . .  .  686 

Lord,  I  know  thy  grace  is  nigh  me 699 

Lord,  in  humble,  sweet  submission 735 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear. .  .  42 

Lord,  in  thy  garden  agony 325 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 1006 

Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 339 

Lord,  let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land.  . .  1267 

Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast 798 

Lord  of  all  being  !  throned  afar 166 

Lord  of  earth  !  thy  forming  hand 248 

Lord  of  hosts  !  how  bright,  how  fair.  ...  53 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear  ....  1169 

Lord  of  the  harvest !  hear 1165 

Lord,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross.  935 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty. . . .  1264 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me..  138 

Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield. .  704 

Lord,  thou  on  earth  didst  love  thine. . ..  774 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. ..  56 

Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 219 


HYMN 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 5 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought 177 

Lord,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne . . .  659 

Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray. . .  1262 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 106 

Lo  !  the  day  of  rest  declineth 93 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 129 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 513 

Love  is  the  fountain  whence 925 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 1070 

Magnify  Jehovah's  name 246 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 474 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love..     922 

Maker  of  land  and  rolling  sea 1183 

Man  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires 551 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 360 

Meekly  in  Jordan's  holy  stream 751 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations 1222 

"  Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David" 725 

Messiah  !  at  thy  glad  approach 280. 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature..  1052 
'Mid  the  pastures  green  of  the  blessed..  1148 
Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee. ..  420 
Millions  within  thy  courts  have  met. ...        24 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 366 

Mortals,  awake  !  with  angels  join 283 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain 1288 

Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 969 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 717 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 1255 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 1043 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 314 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so. . . .     957 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 1017 

My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread 791 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 719 

My  God,  I  love  and  I  adore 148 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 28 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 986 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise.. .     140 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love 236 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 220 

My  God,  permit,  me  not  to  be 895 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 221 

My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise. . .  265 
My  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thine. . .     876 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 904 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair. .  ..  1088 

My  home  is  in  heaven 1040 

My  only  Saviour,  when  I  feel 943 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see ii 


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INDEX     OFFIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

My  precious  Lord,  for  thy  dear  name.  . .      884 

My  Saviour  !  my  almighty  Friend 444  I 

My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love 1039 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 218 

My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world 1080 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 95S 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 469 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 47 

My  soul  is  not  at  rest 1 197 

My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 959 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 98  : 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 964  i 

My  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  for  God. .     954  | 

My  soul,  with  joy  attend 1016 

My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known. . . .     648 
My  times  are  in  thy  hand 131 1 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 334 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee   946 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock. . . .  160 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more.  .  .  .  707 

No  more,  ye  wise,  your  wisdom  boast. .  883 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 1 144 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here 677 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 479 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth 878 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 531 

Nothing  but  leaves  !  the  Spirit  grieve.;.  701 

Nothing  either  great  or  small 635 

''  Nothing  to  do  !"  in  this  world  of  ours.  1249 

No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky 495 

Not  to  condemn  the  sOns  of  men 552 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 826 

\To\v  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 440 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 373 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal.  ..  1300 

Now  I  have  found  a  Friend    861 

Nov,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 5C7 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time 599 

Now  lei  my  soul,  Eternal  King 1151 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 385 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime. ..  1060 

Now,  O  God,  thine  own  I  am 858 

Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright. . .  .  105 

Now  to  the  Lord  ;i  noble  song 434 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know..  433 

Now  lo  thy  sacred  house 11 

1  I  3ED  feet  of  Jesus 856 

O  blessed  God,  to  thee  I  raise 100 

O  Christ !  our  King,  Creator,  Lord 329 


HYMN 

O  Christ,  what  gracious  words 485 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 1 

O  dearest  Lamb,  take  thou  my  heart. . .  874 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking.  . .  400' 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 1220 

O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe 352 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 886 

O  Father,  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven 740 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring 337 

O  God  of  Bethel  !  by  whose  hand 198 

O  God  of  sovereign  grace 1229 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 172 

O  God  the  Father,  Christ  the  Son 1182 

O  God,  thy  grace  and  blessings  give. .  .  1109 

O  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near 794 

O  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light 1063 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 231 

Oh,  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile.. .  336 

Oh,  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing. . .  .  127 

Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day 939 

Oh,  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee 669 

Oh,  could  I  speak   the  matchless  worth.  425 

Oh,  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone 988 

Oh,  do  not  let  the  word  depart 565 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 942 

Oh,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 917 

Oh,  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 658 

Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 911 

Oh,  for  an  overcoming  faith 1124 

Oh,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 389 

Oh,  for  a  thousand   tongues  to  sing 452 

Oh,  for  the  death  of  those 1134 

Oh  for  the  happy  hour 837 

Oh.  for  the  peace  which  floweth  like  a..  1147 

Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven 108 1 

Oh,  gift  of  gifts  !  oh,  grace  of  faith 872 

Oli,  hallowed  is  the  land  and  blest 1200 

Oil,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice  on..  715 

Oh,  help  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need. .  1000 

Oh  !  how  happy  are  they 851 

Oh,  how  the  hearts  of  those  revive 821 

Oh,  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God 915 

Oh,  not  my  own  these  verdant  hills 898 

O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter 525 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 109 

O  holy  Lord,  our  God ...  1 166 

O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love 532 

Oh,  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 936 

Oh,  render  thanks  lo  God  above 123 

Oh,  sing  to  him  who  loved  and  bled. . . .  455 

Oh,  stay  thy  tears  !  for  they  are  blest. . .  1108 

Oli,  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong.  .  .  1175 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 667 

Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone.. ....  651 

Oh  that  the  Lord's  salvaiion ; .  1134 

Oh,  there  will  be  mourning <  .  .Page  246 

Oh,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye.  628 

Oh,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 574 

Oh  what,  if  we  arc  Christ  s   758 

Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now. .  820 

Oh  !  where  is  now  that  glowing  love. . .  652 

Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found 605 

Oh,  who'll  stand  up  for  Jesus ,  709 

Oh,  worship  the  King,  all  glorious. ...  257 

O  Israel,  to  thy  tents  repair 956 

O  Jesus,  bruis'd  and  wounded  more. . . .  785 

O  Jesus,  in  this  solemn  hour 1178 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace . .....  101 

O  Jesus,  thou  art  standing   , .  641 

O  Jesus,  thou  the  beauty  art ■ 466 

O  Jesus,  when  I  think  of  thee 464 

O  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 509 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ....  1279 

O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 37 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 992 

O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfill 991 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 1180 

O  Lord  our  God  !  arise 1228 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King ,  230 

O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart. ....  711 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive. . .  „ S35 

O  Lord,  we  in  thy  footsteps  tread. .....  749 

O  Love  Divine  !    that  stooped  to  share..  944 

O  Love  !  who  gav'st  thy  life  forme 867 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness. . ..  1025 

Once  more,  before  we  part 781 

Once,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  nourished.  . .  839 

Once  upon  the  heaving  ocean 309 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing 1310 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one.  .  995 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought   1095.  1096 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 422 

One  thing  alone,  dear  Lord  .'  I  dread. . .  977 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand X067 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 841 

On,  through  Judea's  palmy  plain 1281 

Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region..  979 

Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven 1226 

Opprest  with  noon-day's  scorching  heat.  797 

O  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place.  . ..  126 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  "  prepare  your. . . .  259 

O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 354 

O  Saviour,  is  thy  promise  fled 403 


HYMN 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God .  1205 

O  soul,  soul,  thou  art  passing   . .    1306 

O  thou,  by  long  experience  tried.    .....  159 

O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows. .  994 

O  thou,  in  whose  presence 852 

O  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 788 

O  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith. . .  676 

O  thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear.  .  993 

O  thou,  who  in  Jordan  did'st  bow  thy. ..  729 

O  thou,  whom  we  adore   ,,. 1227 

O  thou,  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye.  . .  1123 

O  thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands.  1188 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 661 

Our  children  thou  dost  claim 1276 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground io79 

Our  country's  voice  is  pleading H93 

Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven. . .  .  104 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy.  . .  258 

Our  Father,  through  the  coming  year.  .  .  1295 

Our  helper,  God,  we  bless  thy  name 1291 

Our  land,  with  mercies  crowned 1254 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 372 

Our  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the  wave..  .  739 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit 768 

Our  spirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb 338 

O  wondrous  type  !  O  vision  fair 322 

O  Zion  !  tune  thy  voice 844 

Pastor,  thou  art  from  us  taken 1138 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive..  .  636 

People  of  the  living  God 727 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin ...  607 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  sorrow 9S1 

Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay 690 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine 817 

Pleasant  are  thy  courts  above*. 7 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair   ....  467 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high n 72 

Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 128 

Praise,  Lord,  for  thee  in  Zion  waits  ....  155 

Praise,  oh  praise  our  God  and  King.  . ..  1270 

Praise  the  Lord  !  his  glories  show 241 

Praise  the  Lord  !  his  power  confess. . . .  242 

Praise  the  Lord  !  oh,  praise  him 26S 

Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens,  adore  him  250 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 249 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator 251 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high 430 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  his  servants,  raise.  .  99 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choir 190 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  my  heart  shall  join.  136 


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INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 67 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 65 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 668 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs     478 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 405 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound.  ...  1297 

"  Remember  me,'  my  Saviour  God .....  998 

Remember  thy  Creator  now 586 

,:  Repent !"  the  voice  celestial  cries 584 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand 1132 

Resting  from  his  work  to-day 361 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 563 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home 594 

Rich  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die 910 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty 321 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 412 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wing. . . .  1037 

Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep 1273 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 692 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 1232 

Safely  thro'  another  week 2 

Saints  in  glory  !  we  together 410 

Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound 481 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. .  .      108 

Saviour.  I  look  to  thee 1018 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us   1028 

Saviour,  thy  dying  love 947 

Saviour,  thy  law  we  love   764 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 833 

Saviour,  when  in  dust,  to  thee. ...    .....     6S8 

Saviour,  who  this  day  didst  break 3 

Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 12S3 

Saw  you  never  *in  the  twilight 280 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 778 

Say,  is  your  lamp  burning,  my  brother  .   1250 

Say  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 568 

Say,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for.  ..  1105 
Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed.  . .  909 
See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain. ....  843 
See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne.  .  .    1263 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires 1240 

"  See  how  he  loved  !"  exclaimed  the   . .  .     304 

See,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord.  • 581 

See  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands...     306 

Si(  the  ransomed  millions  stand 1239 

See  th'  eternal  Judge  des<  ending 618 

Servant  of   God,  well  done H35 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  rivet 1045 


HYMN 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 1047 

Shepherds,  hail  the  wondrous  stranger.  270 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing.  279 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 1245 

Show  pity,  Lord  '  O  Lord,  forgive 644 

Silently  the  shades  of  evening 90 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time.    . .  211 

Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 409 

Sing,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love 240 

Sing,  sing,  his  lofty  praise 415 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 210 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high 253 

Sing  to  the  Lord  our  might    71 

Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies   . ..  145 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 282 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand.  . .  448 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 1009 

Sinner,  hear  the  melting  story 617 

Sinner,  oh,  why  so  thoughtless  grown. .  564 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 612 

Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die 611 

Sinner,  the  voice  of  God  regard 592 

Sinner,  what  has  earth  to  show 609 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 1141 

Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  Cross 971 

So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower. . . .  nil 

Soft  be  the  gently-breathing  notes 328 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 82 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 85 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 962 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 903 

Some  seraph,  lend  your  heavenly 178 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 243 

Son  of  God,  our  glorious  Head.. n 79 

Sons  of  day  !  Arise  from  slumber 1192 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far 1237 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 1203 

Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying 1223 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad 413 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high. . . .  209 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power.  1199 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 923 

Speak  gently — it  is  better  far 920 

Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer 519 

Spirit  of  faith  come  down 537 

Spirit  of  holiness,  descend 524 

Spirit  of  holiness,  look  down 523 

Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love   506 

Spirit  of  power  anil  might,  behold 529 

Spirit  of  truth  !  on  this  thy  day 518 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 96 


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HYMN 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears. .     948 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus. . .. 965 

Star  of  peace  to  wanderers  weary. .....    1271 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 508 

Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains 1296 

Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death 793 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies.     331 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear 36 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh. 500 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 95 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve. 23 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace. .....     200 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King. ..       15 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 69 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 25 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. . ..  487 
Sweet  thought,  my  God  !  that  on  the. ...  11 12 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt. . . .  666 
Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 1268 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 91 

Tender  Shepherd,  thou  hast  stilled 1145 

Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name 1269 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 588 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, . . .  562 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high.. .  987 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies 941 

The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind 520 

The  Church  has  waited  long 408 

The  Church's  one  foundation 847 

The  Comforter  has  come 541 

The  cross  !  the  cross  !  the  blood-stained  889 

The  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul 589 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 79 

The  day  of  praise  is  done 80 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 78 

The  earth,  O  Lord,  is  one  wide  field.. . .  1177 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Lord in 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name 1298 

The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise 1292 

The  God  of  grace  will  never  leave 530 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 1261 

The  goodly  land  I  see !2g3 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near 961 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with. .  390 

The  heathen  perish  ;  day  by  day 1214 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord. . ..  1149 

The  Holy  Ghost  is  here 536 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads. .  575 

The  leaves,  around  me  falling I3°9 

The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord 226 


HYMN 

The  Lord  himself  will  keep 1013 

The  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name 185 

The  Lord  !  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  !  165 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 848 

The  Lord  is  great !  ye  hosts  of  heaven. . .  256 

The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice.. . .  141 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  1034 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne.. .  262 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ;  Let  all  the. .  232 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 237 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 103 

The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might. . . .  184 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all 176 

The  Lord  will  come  !  the  earth  shall ....  404 

The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 222 

The  mind  was  formed,  to  mount  sublime  678 

The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place. . .  .  327 

The  morning  kindles  all  the  sky 379 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 1231 

The  morning  purples  all  the  sky 388 

The  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead  1120 

The  people  of  the  Lord 960 

The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod 1181 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 239 

There  are  lonely  hearts  to  cherish 125 1 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray. .  1082 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood.. . .  473 

There  is  a  God  ! — all  nature  speaks 132 

There  is  a  happy  land 1057 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 1065 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 1066 

There  is  a  little  lonely  fold 217 

There  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear 462 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 66 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 1083 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part n  17 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 228 

There  is  a  world  of  perfect  bliss 1072 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth 489 

There  is  none  other  name  than  thine. .  .  436 

There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light  180 

There's  nothing  bright,  above,  below. . .  149 

There's  nothing  round  these  painted.  . .  1076 

The  Saviour,  by  whose  name  I'm  called.  718 

The  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  ear 577 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 1275 

The  Saviour  !  oh,  what  endless  charms.  456 

The  Saviour  smiles  !  upon  my  soul 653 

The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 341 

The  sea  is  wildly  tossing 1274 

The  Shadow  of  the  Rock 888 


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INDEX     OF     FIRST     LiNES. 


The  spacious  firmament  on  high   122 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts 596 

The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove 498 

The  starry  firmament  on  high 1153 

The  swift  declining  day 604 

The  time  is  short !  sinners,  beware 1302 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  to. .  642 

The  wondering  world  inquires  to  know  714 

The  Word,  with  God  the  Father  One. . .  302 

The  world  is  very  evil 406 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love. .  20 

This  is  the  day  of  light 77 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 50 

Thou  art  the  Way  ;  to  thee  alone 319 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb 463 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on.. .  1032 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath. ...  12 11 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers. .  . .  1036 

Thou  God  cf  sovereign  grace 1277 

Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus 733 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight 1160 

Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st  the  mountain's  151 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 894 

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires'above. . . .  885 

Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around 1304 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word 115 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life.  202 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same .  195 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God 161 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's. .  1125 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 34 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess.  189 

Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea 183 

Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 990 

Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ 853 

Thy  works  proclaim  thy  glory,  Lord.. . .  146 

"Till  he  come  !"  oh  let  the  words 810 

Time  is  winging  us  away 1307 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 900 

'Tis  done — th'  important  act  is  done.  . . .  1173 

"  'Tis  finished  '." — so  the  Saviour  cried..  333 

'Tis  God  the  Father  we  adore 748 

'Tis  God,  tin-  Spirit,  leads 540 

'Tis  heaven  begun  below 14 

'Tis  Jesus  speaks  !   I  fold,  says  he 1121 

'Tis  midnight  ;  and  on  Olive's  brow.  . .  .  324 

'Tis  not  the    kill  of  human  art 866 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 595 

To-day  the  Saviour  <  ;ill s 631 

To  God  the  only  wise 234 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 204 


HYMN 

To  him  that  chose  us  first 113 

To  Jordan's  stream  the  Saviour  goes. .  .  747 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name. ....  454 

To  praise  our  Shepherd's  care 480 

To  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 759 

To  the  ark  away  !  or  perish 616 

To  thee  be  glory-,  honor,  praise 30& 

To  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord.  .  199 

To  thee,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Lord.. . .  472 

To  thee  this  temple  we  devote 1187 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 978 

To  thy  temple  I  repair 4 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 300 

To  weary  hearts,  to  mourning  homes. .  .  637 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 829 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night.. .  783 

Unto  thine  altar,  Lord 683 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 1114 

Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page U54 

Up  to  the  fields,  where  angels  lie 137 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 698 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours. ...  92 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear..  . .  591 

Visit,  Lord,  this  land  in  mercy 1258 

Wait,  O  my  soul  !  thy  Maker's  will. .  . .  153 

Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn. .  .  293 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 1236 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night 1235 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 1225 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God 645 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 11 71 

We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God 91S 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne.. . .  in  7 

We  dwell  this  side  of  Jordan's  stream.  .  1092 

Weep  for  the  lost !  thy  Saviour  wept.  . .  1253 

Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn 693 

We  give  immortal  praise 112 

We  give  thee  but  thine  own 929 

We  have  met  in  peace  together 12S2 

We  know  not  what's  before  us 1055 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 12 

Welcome,  O  Saviour  .'  to  my  heart 757 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 70 

Welcome,  thou  Victor  in  the  strife 391 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer.  .  .  .  726 

We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  thee..  .  755 

We  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul..  .  1285 

We're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above.  639 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


J3 


HYMN 

We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died.. .  .  442 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 1054 

We  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  sending  here..  117b 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains. .  . .  307 

What  cheering  words  are  these 963 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 431 

What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil. .  .  158 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 1155 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  aud  beauty  shone.  317 

What  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor 1 142 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 203 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 1053 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 29 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 205 

When,  along  life's  thorny  road.. 1019 

When  at  thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  bend 650 

When  Christ  came  down  on  earth  of  old .  402 

When  downward  to  the  darksome  tomb  1126 

When  driven  by  oppression's  rod 1266 

When  faint  and  weary,  toiling 934 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view. .  983 

When  God  descends  with  men  to  dwell.  831 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from 516 

When  God  revealed  his  precious  name. .  892 

When  his  salvation  bringing 295 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 1069 

When  Israel's  priest  the  Lamb  did  choose  1185 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 330 

When  I  the  holy  grave  survey 376 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 905 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still. .  . .  292 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 1001 

When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere. . . .  316 

When  little  Samuel  woke 10 

When,  Lord,  to  this  our  western  land.. .  1195 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin 235 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain. .  .  291 

♦Vhen  morning  gilds  the  skies 417 

#/hen  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray.  227 

Vhen  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past. . .  999 

Vhen  on  Sinai's  top  I  see. 812 

'.Vhen  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe. . .  1020 

When  power  divine,  in  mortal  form 313 

When  shall  we  meet  again 782 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies.  26 

When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the 633 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 58 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 859 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge 621 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 608 

When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell.  1003 

40 


HYMN 

When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air.. . .  1075 

When  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul..  665 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands.  375 

Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust 1012 

While  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice 286 

While  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine 745 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. . .  561 

While  now  upon  this  Sabbath  eve 38 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks. . .  288 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power..  . .  59 

While  to  its  grief  my  soul  gave  way. . . .  830 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun. ...  1294 

AVhither,  oh,  whither  should  I  fly 896 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 1084 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing. 834 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom 359 

Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?   he  whom  thou..  .  921 

Who  shall  sing,  if  not  the  children 491 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends.  . .  1115 

Why,  O  God  !  thy  people  spurn 1260 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow. ...  11 16 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 527 

Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die. . .  1103 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 550 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  142 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh. . ..  647 

With  Christ  we  share  a  mystic  grave. . ..  754 

With  deepest  reverence  at  thy  throne. ..  119 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind 224 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed..  157 

With  humble  faith,  and  thankful  heart.  .  802 

Within  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God. ...  43 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 386 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud..  192 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around   985 

With  willing  hearts  we  tread 760 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now   721 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 933 

Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb. 492 

Wouldst  thou  learn  the  depth  of  sin 363 

Ye  angels,  who  stand  around  the  throne  1038 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy 261 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim.   . 1202 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 624 

Ye  fields  of  light ;  celestial  plains 264 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell. . .  1077 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 583 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God. ..  214 

Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord.  .  ..  384 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 1164 


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INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 


HYMN 

Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming.  .    1122 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 118 

Ye  saints  !  your  music  bring 371 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master 260 

Ye  sen-ants  of  the  Lord 927 

Yes,  God  is  good  ;  in  earth  and  sky. . ..     135 

Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord t     602 

Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God 213 

Yes— -my  native  land  !   I  iove  thee 1224 


Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 370 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man 332 

Ye  trembling  captives  !  hear 597 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears.  1008 

Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross 716 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 1014 

Zion,  dreary  and  in  anguish 840 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 842 


INDEX    OF    CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 


PAGE 

And  he  opened  his  mouth 573 

Consider,  consider  the  lilies 576 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high 536,  537,  544,  545 

Glory  be  to  the  Father 593 

God  be  merciful  unto  us 554 — 557 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 577 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah 5^5 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks 550 — 553 

I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me 564 

I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills.  . .     564 
Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness. . .     572 

Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us 578 

Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us 593 

Lord,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place     577 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 572 

No  time  to  pray 576 

O  all  ye  works  of  the  Lord 566 


PACE 

O  be  joyful  in  the  Lord 568 — 571 

O  eyes  that  are  weary 594 

O  sing  unto  the  Lord 546 — 549 

Praise  him,  praise  the  conquering  King.     574 

Praise  the  Lord,  O  my  soul 558 — 563 

Praise  ye  the  Lord 565 

See,  daylight  is  fading  o'er  earth 589 

Strike  the  cymbal,  roll  the  tymbal •      584 

The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect 578 

The:  Lord  is  risen  indeed 582 

Then  cometh  Jesus  from  Galilee 592 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy.  . . .     589 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 579 

We  leave  the  world  of  care 588 

We  praise  thee,  O  God 538 — 543 

Why  thus  repining,  sad  heart  of  mine. .     590 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me 594 


ALPHABETICAL   INDEX   OF  TUNES. 


PAGE 

Abridge 74 

A  Rrighter  Day 498 

Adar 531 

Adoration 157 

Adrian 299 

Agate 404 

Ahira . 363 

Ain — Double 34 

Aletta 3l6 

Alfreton 57,  293 

A  Little  While 463 

Alleluia 565 

Amaland 107 

Ambcy 496 

America 509 

Ames 177 

Amethyst 224 

Amsterdam   406 

Angel's  Welcome 408 

Annapolis 426 

Antigua 471 

Antioch 114 

Anvern 324,  485 

Ariel 173 

Arlington 301 

Arnon 263 

Around  the  Throne 439 

Ashland 526 

Ashley 194 

Aspinwall 41 

Athens — Double ..  .116,  344 

Autumn 48,130,402 

Avon 226 

Balerma .261 

Barby 87,  453 

Bath 218 

Baptismal  Responses. . .  593 

Bartimeus 286 

Baxter 441 

Beautiful  City 433 

Beautiful  Land 438 

Bemerton 72,  360 

Benedic  anima  mea  558-563 

Benedicite 566,    567 

Benevento 269,  525 

Bennington 151 

Bera 253,  357 

Berlin 41 

Bethany 373 

Beulah 432 

Beyond  the  River 412 

Beyond  the  Smiling 462 

Birmingham 409 

Blendon 347 

Boardman 210,  295 

Bonum  est  confiteri  550-553 

Boswell 452 

Boylston. ..91,  265,  305,  518 

Braden 37 

Bradford 185 

Brattle  Street.. 31 


PAGE 

Brest 160,  444 

Bridgman 346 

Brignt  Crown 282 

Brooklyn 175,  240,  329 

Brown 225,  297,  353 

Buried  with  Christ 290 

Byefield 33 

Caddo 392 

Calvary 145,  332 

Cambridge 83,  183 

Canaan 420 

Cantate  Domino. .  .546-549 

Capello 522 

Chime  on 588 

China 450 

Christian  Victor 414 

Christmas 117,284,  376 

Christmas  Hymn 120 

Christus  Victor 574 

Clarendon 371 

Clarkes 79 

Clifford 84,  322 

Colchester 25 

Come  to  Jesus 249 

Come,     ye     disconso- 
late  244 

Come,  ye  sinners 2,2 

Common  Praise 102 

Consecration 23o 

Consider  the  Lilies 576 

Conway 180 

Coronation 181 

Coventry 370 

Cowper 190 

Cranbrook 192 

Crawford 179 

Creation 53 

Crucifix 142 

Dalston 15 

Darley 16,  60,  292 

Daisy  Hill 387 

Dedham 260 

De  Fleury 369 

Denfield 488 

Dennis 36,  92 

Depth  of  Mercy 274 

Detroit 326 

Deus  misereatur. .  .554-557 

Devizes 296 

Dodge 163 

Dorrnance 384 

Dort 511 

Downs 76 

Duke  Street. .  17, 49,  65,  356 

Dundee 211,  311 

Dunlap's  Creek  . .  .228,  527 

Eastport 24 

Eckardtsheim 207 

Edmeston 30,  362,  430 

Effingham 203 


PAGE  I 

Elizabethtown  259, 361,  391  j 

Ellesdie 172,  278 

Eltham 290,  501 

Enos 460  1 

Ernan.4S7     Eve.  Bells.   19 

Essex 149 

Eucharist 134,  293 

Eutaw  Place 213 

Evan 139 

Even  Me 208 ' 

Exmouth 481 

Expostulation 243 

Exultatioa 99 

Faber 143 

Fading  Day 39 

Federal  St. 223,  255,  310, 447 

Ferguson   192 

Forever  with  the  Lord. 456 

Foster 417 

Frederick 448 

Fulton 400 

Ganges 277 

Garden 332 

Gaston 428 

Gaylord 327 

Geer 32,  258 

Geneva 80 

Gennesaret 589 

Gerhardt 142,  250.  337 

Germany 476 

Gethsemene 147 

Gilead 56 

Gladness .9,  480 

Glasgow 512 

Glad  Tidings 112 

Gloria  . . .  .536,  537,  544,  545 

Gloria  Patri 593 

Go,  and  tell  Jesus 276 

Going  Home 435 

Golden  Hill 141,  233 

Golgotha 31S 

Good  Tidings 500 

Gratitude 123,  300 

Greenville 205 

Greenwood. 165,  455 

Griggs 18S,  262 

Haddam 50,  478 

Hail  to  the  Brightness. 330 

Halle 339 

Hallelujah     442 

Hallelujah  Chorus 595 

Hamburg 

58, 136,  220,  256,  308 

Happiness 335 

Happy  Day 282 

Harwell 158 

Harwood 103 

Haven 217 

Haydn 171 

Heavenly  Rest 447 


PAGE 

Heberi24, 189,  227,  303,454 

Hebron 355 

Helena 312,  389 

Helmsley 161 

Hendon 170,  383 

Henry 155 

Herald  Angels 109 

Hermon 368 

Herold  236,  530 

Hinton 288 

Holley 38,  216 

Holy  is  the  Lord 105 

Home 416 

Hope 399 

Horton 215 

Hosanna 125 

Hour  of  Rest    431 

Howl  love  Jesus 352 

How  pleasant,  how  di- 
vinely fair 577 

Hurseley 23,  472 

Hummel 29 

Iddo 302 

I  do  believe 268 

If  1  were  a  voice 502 

Ilia 221 

Illinois 521 

I  love  to  tell  the  story.. 341 

I'm  a  Pilgrim 410 

Imploring  Chant 247 

Ingleside 371 

Intercession  (6  lines). . .  19 
Is  your  lamp  burning.  .506 
Italian  Hymn.. 51,  168,  470 

Jazer 187,  508 

Jenner 434 

Jerusalem 436 

Jesus  is  mine 340 

Jesus  paid  it  all 247 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  come  .  .269 

John  Street 524 

Jordan. 424 

Jubilate  Deo 568-571 

Kendall 75 

Kentucky 364 

Knox 468 

Kozeluch —   39 

Laban 377 

Laetatus  sum 564 

Lanesboro' 27 

Latter  Day 491 

Laudes  Domini 169 

Lebanon 285 

Lenox 13,  150,  174,  241 

Levavi  oculus 564 

Lisbon 35 

Lischer 14 

Litchfield 52a 


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ALPHABETICAL     INDEX     OF     TUNES. 


PAGE 

Looking  Home 413 

Louvan 66 

Lov.n g- Kindness 334 

Lowry 153 

Lucas.   529 

Luther 45,  9°,  r95 

Lyons 100,  403 

Lyte 352 

Madeleine 336 

Madison 407 

Madrid 342 

Maitland 283 

Malvern  354 

Manoa'.i   77, 13  i,  186 

Marlow 528 

Marth 400 

Martyn 146,266 

McCoskry 294 

Mear 26 

Memorial 317 

Mendebras 164 

Mendon 4S6 

Meribah 104,  239 

Meriden 467 

Meroe 23 1 

Merton 28 

Messiah 12,382 

Middleton 520 

Migdol 423 

Miriam 95 

Missionary  Chant  .375,  484 

Missionary  Hymn 494 

Monson 474 

Morning  Hymn 21 

Momington 378 

Mount  Calvary 270 

Mount  Ephraim,  S.  M.  315 
Mount  Ephraim,  C.  ./V.477 

Mozart    no 

Bit.  Auburn 358,423 

Mt.  Vernon 459 

My    times  are    in   thy 
hand 533 

Naomi 390 

Nebo 469 

Nettleton 333,  343 

Newark 435 

Newbold 115 

New-court 68 

Newton    237 

Night  Thought 516 

North  lield 184,393 

No  sorrow  there 415 

Nothing  but  leaves 275 

Nothing  to  do 505 

No  time  to  pray 576 

Nottingham 71,  206 

Nuremburg 93,  511 

Oak 412 

Oh, there  vviil  be  mourn- 
ing   246 

1  >ld  Eastern  Anthem... 582 

Old  Hundred ',2.  48^ 

Olipliant *6z,  5/0 


PAGE 

01i%-e's  Brow 132 

Olivet 396 

OlmutZ 395,457,  492 

Olney 231 

One  by  one 533 

One     sweetly     solemn 

thought 440 

Onido 96,  338 

( >n  the  Cross 143 

Orient       121 

Oriola — Double 519 

Ortonville 191 

Orwell 372 

Osgood 490 

Our  Habitation 577 

Over  the  Sea 517 

Ovio 343 

Paulina 594 

Paddington 232 

Palestine  (6  lines) 248 

Paris 62 

Park  Street 131 

Passaic 532 

Passing  Away 230 

Peace  be  still 126 

Pembroke ..54 

Penitence 273 

Peterborough 82 

Phuvah 323 

Pleyel's  Hymn. 11,  235,  380 

Portugal 152 

Portuguese  Hymn 404 

Praise 182 

Praise  of  Children 198 

Praise  the  Lord 106 

Purves 298 

Ouebec 479 

Rathbun in,  196,  274 

Rest 444 

Refuge 266 

Remembrance  312 

Regent  Square 108 

Requiem 460 

Responses  to  the  Com- 
mandments  578 

Re  si  for  the  Weary . . .  .421 

Rusting  by  and  by 366 

Retreat 20 

Return 230 

Revelation 451 

Righini 167 

Robinson 398 

Rockingham 59,  128 

Rollancf 137,  309 

Romberg 47,  473 

Rosedale 446 

Rosefield 236,  316 

Roth  well 374,  422 

Sabbath 10 

Safe  within  the  vail ...  .419 

Salem 178 

Saul 449 

Saviour, like  a  shepherd  401 
Saviour,  pilot  me 516 


PAGE 

Say,  Brothers 304 

Scatter   seeds   of  kind- 
ness   504 

Scotland 251 

Seasons  .  63    Sessions  465 

Sheffield 214 

Sentence 593 

Seymour 272 

Shall  we  gather  at  the 

river 41 1 

Shawmut 394,  470 

Shepherd 349 

Shining  Shore 410 

Shoel 523 

Sicilian  Hymn 40,  479 

Silver  Street 89 

Silo  im 140,  388 

Song ..  166  Solid  Rock .  57? 
Spanish  Hymn  (7^.)  144,  234 
Spanish  Hymn  (ts&  5^^.443 

Spohr 18 

Stabat  Mater 572 

Stanley 267 

Star  of  Bethlehem 113 

Star  of  Peace 515 

i  State  Street 325 

j  St.  Ann's 73,  321 

St.  George's 78 

I  St.  John's 70 

I  St.  Martin's 85,  203,  359 

St   Petersburgh 385 

St.  Thomas 212 

Stella nS 

Stephens 209,  320 

Sterling 55 

Stockwell 42,  458 

Stonefield 64 

Strike  the  Cymbal 5S4 

Swanwick 200 

Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer.  44 

Tappan 156 

Tabernacle 415 

Tallis'  Evening  Hymn.  22 

Tain  worth 159 

TeDeum  Laudamus  538-43 
Teleman's  Chant. .  .94,  148 

Tender  Shepherd 461 

That  Beautiiul  Land... 245 

Thatcher 193,  264,  314 

The  Beatitudes 573 

The  Cleansing  Fount- 
ain  190 

The  Cross 351 

The  Dying  Christian..  .579 

The  Happy  Land 420 

The  Last  Beam 43 

The  Lord  is  great 99 

The  Missionary's  Call  .482 
The  Other  Side         ...  437 
The  Royal   Proclama- 
tion  499 

The     Shadow     of     the 

Rock 350 

The  Sweetest  Name  . . .  197 

The  Sweet  Story 124 

The  Upper  Fold 464 

Tiverton 88 


PAGE 

Tivoli 319 

To-Day 244 

Too  Late 252 

Toplady 271 

Trent 129 

Triumph 98 

Truro.         46 

Trusting. 264 

Union    304 

Lrmund 498 

Uxbridge 

279,  348,  417,  513 

Vanhall's  Hymn 54 

Valentia 345,  427 

Varina 424 

Vesper 291 

Victory 380 

Viola 397 

Ward 6i 

Ware 67,  176 

Warner 727,  254 

Warning 246 

Warwick 81,  229 

Watchman,   tell    us   of 

the  night 495 

Wave 515 

Webb 

119,289,331,379,493,531 

\\  elcome 286 

Wells 218 

Welton 204,  475 

We're  nearer  home 418 

What  is  Life 459 

What  then 441 

When    shall    we    meet 

again 306 

While  the  days  f.re  go- 
ing by 5oy 

Whitman 287 

Who  shall  sing    198 

Why  thus  repining 590 

Williams 134 

Wiilington 466 

Will  you  go 249 

Wilmot  1  ys  *i 307 

Wjlmot(8j&7j.)  97,365,5*4 

\\  ilna 28 

Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  .594 

Wimborne 201 

Windham 219,307 

Woodland 431 

Woodstock 30 

Wood  worth 257,  386 

Work  Song .  366 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb. .  .199 

York    Co 

Zaria 501 

Zerah 122 

Zephyr. . .  133,  202,  221,  445 

Zerviah .,74 

Zion 238,  328,  489 

Zuriel 86 


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METRICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


L.   M. 

PAGE 

Alfreton 57 

Ames 177 

Antigua 471 

Anvern 324,485 

Bath 218 

Bennington 151 

Bera 253,  357 

Blendon 347 

Crawford 179 

Creation 53 

Daisy  Hill 387 

Darley 16,  6o,  292 

Dodge 103 

Duke  Street..  17, 49,  65,  356 

Effingham 203 

Ernan 487 

Evening  Bells 19 

Eucharist 134,  293 

Federal  St.  223,  255,  310,  447 

Germany 476 

Gilead 56 

Going  Home 435 

Gratitude 123,  300 

Hamburg  58,136,220,256,308 

Happy  Day 282 

Haven 217 

Hebron 355 

Hosanna 125 

Hurseley 23,  472 

Ilia 221 

Illinois 521 

Imploring  Chant 247 

Intercession  (6  lines)...    19 

Louvan 66 

Loving-Kindness. .   . .  334 

Madrid 342 

Malvern  35  \ 

Mendon 486 

Meros 281 

Migdol 423 

Missionary  Chant  .375,  484 

Morning  Hymn 21 

Night  Thought 516 

Old  Hundred 52,  483 

Olive's  Brow 132 

Orwell 372 

Palestine  (6  lines) 248 

Paris 62 

Park  Street „ 131 

Passing  Away 230 

Portugal 152 

Quebec 479 

Rest 444 

Retreat 20 

Rockingham 59,  128 

Rolland 137,  309 

Rosedile 446 

Rothwell 374,  422 

Salem 178 

Saul 449 


PAGE 

Seasons..  63    Sessions  456 

Shepherd 349 

Shoel 523 

Solid  Rock. 572    Spohr..i8 

Stella 118 

Sterling 55 

Stonerield     64 

St.  Petersburgh 385 

Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer    44 
Tallis'  Evening  Hymn.  22 

Truro 46 

Uxbndge 

279,  348,  417,  513 

Vanhall's  Hymn 54 

Ward 61 

Ware. 67,  176 

Warner 127,  25.1 

Wells 218 

Welton 204,  475 

Williams 134 

Willington 466 

Wimborne 201 

Windham 219,307 

Wood  worth 257,  3S6 

Zephyr. .  .133,  202,  222,  445 

C.  M. 

Abridge 74 

Adoration 157 

Amethyst ■ 224 

Annapo'is 426 

Antioch      114 

Arlingto.i 301 

Around  the  Throne 439 

Ashland 526 

Ashley 194 

Athens — Double..  .116,  344 

Avon 226 

Balerma 261 

Barby 87,  453 

Bemerton 72,  360 

Boardman 210,  295 

Boswell 452 

Bradford 185 

Brattle  Street — Double.  31 

Bridgman 346 

Bright  Crown 282 

Brown 225,  297,  353 

Byefield 33 

Cambridge 83,  183 

Caddo. .392     China. ...450 

Christmas 117, 284,  376 

Clarendon 371 

Clarkes 79 

I  Clifford 84,  322 

Colchester 25 

Conway 180 

Coronation 181 

Coventry 370 

Cowper 19c 

Dedham 260 


PAGE 

Denfield 488 

Devizes 296 

Downs 76 

Dundee 211,  311 

Dunlap's  Creek  ..  .228,  527 

Eastport 24 

Eckardtsheim 207 

Edmeston 30, 362,  430 

Elizabethtown  259,  361,  391 

Evan 139 

Gaston 428 

Geer 32,  258 

Geneva 80 

Glasgow 512 

Grig_s 188,  262 

Heavenly  Rest 447 

Heberi24, 189,  227,  303,454 

Heiena 312,  389 

Henry 155 

Hermon 368 

Hour  of  Rest 431 

How  I  love  Jesus 352 

Hummel 29 

Iddo 302 

I  do  believe 268 

Ingleside 371 

Jazer 187,  508 

Jerusalem — Double  . . .  .436 

Jordan 424 

Kendall 75 

Knox 468 

Lanesboro' 27 

Litchfield 522 

Lowry 153 

Maitland 283 

Manoah  77, 13S,  186 

Marlow 528 

McCoskry 294 

Mear 26 

Meriden 467 

Merton 28 

Monson 474 

Mt.  Auburn 358,  429 

Mount  Ephraim., 477 

Naomi 390 

Newbold 115 

Northfield 184, 393 

Nottingham 71,  206 

Oriola — Double 519 

Ortonville 191 

Pembroke 154 

Peterborough 82 

Phuvah 323 

Praise 182 

Remembrance  312 

Return 230 

Revelation 451 

Romberg 47,  473 

Siloam 140,  388 

St.  Ann's 73,  321 

St.  George's 78 


PAGE 

St.  John's 70 

St.  Martin's 85,  208,  359 

Stephens 209,  320 

Swanwick.200  Tappan.156 
TheCleansing  Fountainigo 

Tiverton 88 

Trent 129 

Valentia 345,  427 

Varina — Double 424 

Warwick 81,  229 

Woodland 431 

Woodstock 30 

York 6g 

Zerah 122 

Zunei 86 

S.    M. 

Adrian 299 

Ahira. 363 

Ain — Double 34 

Boylston..  .91,  265,  305,  518 

Braden 37 

Capello 522 

Cranbrook 192 

Dennis 36,  92 

Detroit 326 

Eutaw  Place 213 

Ferguson 192 

Forever  with  the  Lord 

Double 456 

Golden  Hill 141,  233 

Greenwood. 165,  455 

Kentucky 364 

Laban 377 

Lebanon — Double 285 

Lisbon 35 

Luther 45,  90,  195 

Mornington 378 

Mount  Ephraim 315 

Nebo 469 

No  sorrow  there 415 

Olmutz 395,  457,  492 

Olney ...231 

Paddington 232 

Purves 298 

Shawmut 394,  470 

Sheffield 214 

Silver  Street 89 

State  Street 325 

St.  Thomas 213 

Thatcher 193,  264,  314 

L.  P.   M. 
Newcourt 68 

C.  P.  M. 

Ariel 173 

Arnon 263 

Exmouth 481 


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METRICAL     INDEX     OF     TUNES. 


PAGE 

Ganges 277 

Garden 332 

Harwood ...    103 

Meribah 104,  239 

S.   P.   M. 
Dalston 15 

S.    H.    M. 
Requiem 4C0 

H.   M. 

Brooklyn 175,  240,  329 

Christmas  Hymn 120 

Common  Praise 102 

Haddam 50,  478 

Lenox 13,  150,  174,  241 

Lischer 14 

Triumph 98 

7s. 

Aletta 316 

Depth  of  Mercy 274 

Essex 149 

Fading  Day 39 

Fulton 400 

Hendon .170,383 

Herold  236,  530 

Holley 38,  216 

Horton 215 

Kozeluch 39 

Mozart no 

Nuremburg 93.  5" 

Pleyel's  Hymn. 11,  235,  380 

Seymour 272 

Teleman's  Chant... 94,  148 

Trusting 264 

Victory 380 

Watchman,  tell    us  of 

the  night 495 

Wilmot 307 

Wilna 28 

Zerviah 474 

Zaria 501 

7s.  6  lines. 

Gethsemane 147 

Halle 339 

Herald  Angels 109 

Mount  Calvary 270 

Rosefield 236,  316 

Sabbath 10 

Saviour,  pilot  me 516 

Toplady 271 

Viola 397 

7s.   Double. 

Amboy 496 

Benevento 269,  525 

Heulah .432 

Eltham . .  290,  501 

Martyn 146,266 

Messiah 12,  382 

Miriam 95 

Onido 96,  338 

Refuge 266 

Spanish  1  lymo 144,234 

Stanley 267 

Whitman 387 


8s  &  7s. 

PAGE 

A  Brighter  Day 498 

Bartimeus 286 

Come,  ye  sinners 242 

Dorrnance 384 

Ellesdie 172,  278 

Golgotha 3:8 

Good  Tidings 500 

Harwell 158 

Haydn 171 

Latter  Day 491 

Mt.  Vernon 459 

Nettleton 333,  343 

One  by  one 533 

Ovio 343 

Peace  be  still 126 

Praise  the  Lord 106 

Rathbun in,  196,  274 

Regent  Square 108 

Rest  for  the  Weary. . .  .421 
Shall  we  gather  at  the 

river 411 

Sicilian  Hymn 479 

Stockwell 42,  458 

The  Sweetest  Name  . . .  197 

Tivoli 319 

What  is  Life 459 

While  the  days  are  go- 
ing by  507 

Wilmot 97,  365,514 

8s  &  7s.  D. 

Amaland 107 

Autumn 48, 130,  402 

Gaylord 327 

Greenville 205 

Middleton 520 

Nettleton 343 

Robinson 398 

Shining  Shore 410 

Star  of  Bethlehem 113 

8s,   7s  &  4s. 

Brest 160,  444 

Calvary 145,  332 

Helmsley 161 

Hope   399 

Newton 237 

Oliphant 162,  510 

Osgood 490 

Saviour,like  a  shepherd  401 

Sicilian  Hymn 40 

Tamworth 159 

Vesper 291 

Wave 515 

Welcome 286 

Zion 238,  328,  489 

7s  &  6s. 

Adar 531 

Amsterdam 406 

Consecration 280 

Crucifix .142 

Gerhardt 142,  250,  337 

( > ladness 9,  480 

I  love  to  tell  the  story.. 341 

Tenner 434 

M  endebras 164 

Missionary  Hymn 494 

Over  the  Sea 517 

Passaic 532 


PAGE 

Praise  of  Children 198 

Resting  by  and  by 306 

We're  nearer  home 418 

Webb 

1:9.289,331,379,493,531 
W  ork  Song 366 

6s  &  4s. 

America 509 

Bethany 373 

Dort 511 

Italian  Hymn.. 51,  168,  470 

Jesus  is  mine 340 

Lyte 352 

Oak 412 

Olivet 396 

Rigliini 167 

Tabernacle 415 

To-Day .' 245 

8s. 

Beautiful  City 433 

Birmingham 409 

Foster 417 

The   Royal   Proclama- 

'  tion 499 

Union 304 

8s.    Double. 

De  Fleury 369 

Madison 407 

5s,  6s  &  lis. 

Lucas 529 

6s. 

Baxter 441 

Faber 143 

Laudes  Domini 169 

Madeleine 336 

6s  &  Ss. 

Spanish  Hymn 443 

6s,  8s  &  4s. 

John  Street 524 

7s  &  3s. 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb..  .199 

7s  &  5s.    Pee. 

Marth 400 

7,6,7,7,6. 
Enos 460 

7s,  6s  &   8s. 

On  the  Cross 143 

Penitence 273 

7s  &  8s. 
Tender  Shepherd 461 


8s  &  Ss. 

TAGE 

Will  you  go 249 

8s  &  4s 

Newark 435 

Urmund 498 

Ss  &  Ss. 

Song 166 

8s  &  6s. 

Say,  Brothers 304 

The  Cross 351 

Ss,   7s  &  3s. 
Even  Me 268 

9s  &  lOs. 

Holy  is  the  Lord 105 

9s  &  Ss. 

Memorial 317 

lOs. 

Berlin 41 

Christian  Victor 414 

lOs  &  6s.    Pec. 

The  Upper  Fold 464 

lOs  &  lis. 

Lyons ioo,  403 

lis. 

Agate 404 

Expostulation 243 

Frederick 448 

Gennesaret 5S9 

Hinton 2S8 

Home 416 

Orient    121     Paulina. .  594 
Portuguese  Hymn 404 

lis  &  Ss. 

Exultation 99 

The  Lord  is  great 99 

The  Sweet  Story 124 

lis  &  9s. 

Happiness 33S 

lis  &  lOs. 

Come,  yc  disconsolate. .244 
Hail  to  tile  Brightness. 330 

12s. 

Scotland 251 

12s  &  Ss. 
Warning 246 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


The  figures  refer  to  the  numbers  of  the  Hymns. 


Abba  Father,  209,  427,  808. 
Abiding,  Christ,  with  believers,  89, 

159,  939,  1021,  1024. 
Accepted  time,  599,  601,602. 
Activity,  863,  877,  901,  913,  914,  915, 

921,  922,  923,  924,  925,  926,  927, 

929,  931-934,  954,  957,  959,  961, 

965.     See  also  Benevolence. 
Adoption,  675,  808,  878. 
Afflictions  and  Encouragements,  980 

-1036,  1040.    See  also  Conflict 

and  Triumph. 
Age  of  Gold.  287. 
All  in  all,  377,  378,  441,  890. 
All  is  yours,  1007. 
All  working  for  good,  1010. 
Angels,  271,  285,  321,  365,  367,  453, 

1038. 
Ashamed  of  Jesus,  709,  710,  712,  716, 

722. 
Asleep  in  Jesus,  1100. 
Aspiration,  1037,  1059. 
Assurance,  427,  458,  527,  808,  967. 
Atonement,  850-900.     See    Christ's 

Sufferings  and  Death. 
Autumn,  155.     See  Year. 


B. 

Backsliding,  507,  508,  509,  666.    See 

also  Revival. 
Baptism,  729-764. 
Bartimeus,  725. 
Beauties  of  Christ,  714. 
Benevolence,  904-934,  1247-1253. 
Bible,  334,  1149-1162. 
Bridegroom's  Voice,  643. 
Broken  heart,  646,  647. 
Brotherly  Love,  37,  317.     See  Fel- 
lowship. 
Burden  cast  on  God,  854,  076,  1018. 

See  Afflictions. 
Burial— See  Death  and  Heaven. 

A  Brother,  1139. 

A  Child,  1094,  1107,    1 108,    1122, 
1123,  1127,  1143,  1148. 

A  Sister,  1141. 

A  Pastor,  1135,  1138. 

A  Youth,  1106. 


Calmness,  918,  919,  987,  997.  See 
Afflictions. 

Calvary,  324,  326,  355,  357,  358,  570, 
812. 

Cares  cast  en  God,  976.  See  Bur- 
dens. 

Cheerfulness,  1004,  1006.    See  Joy. 


Children,  10,  295,  303,  305,  306,  307, 

490,  491,  518-520,  1028. 
Child-Spirit,  303,  427. 
Christ : — 

Advent  at  Birth,  269-300,  464. 
Advocate    and    Mediator,    427, 

443,  460,  473,  590,  616,  664,  856. 
All  and  in  all,  378,  441,  890. 
Ark,  590,  616,  695. 
Captain,  429. 
Childhood,  301-307. 
Compassion — See  Pity. 
Conqueror — See  King. 
Crowned — See  King. 
Corner-stone,  1180,  1186. 
Crucifixion      See  Christ's  Suf- 
ferings   and   Death.       Also 

Lord's  Supper. 
Day  Star,  292,  298. 
Desire  of  Nations,  271,  272,  273, 

408. 
Divinity,  273,  410,  420,  421. 
Ebenezer,  849,  1259. 
Example,  304,  314,  315,  317,  335, 

342,  343,  345,  368 
Friend,  422,  861,  862,  984. 
Hiding-place,  675,  685,  713,  894. 
Humanity,   312,   983,   984,   1005. 

See    Advent    and    Life    of 

Christ. 
Knocking  at  Heart,  641. 
King,  359,  363,  365,  4",  4^,  4*5, 

424,  438,  439,  440,  441,  445. 
Lamb,  414,  416,431,  432,453,479, 

978. 
Life,  Incidents  of,  309-324. 
Lion  of  Judah,  712. 
Love  of,  304,  340,  341,  343,  351, 

409,  467,  700,  850-900. 
Loveliness  of,  419,  425,  462,  463, 

465,  468,  470,  471,  489. 
Loving  kindness,  850. 
Morning  Star,  280. 
Ocean,  410. 
Pilot,  987,  1013 
Praise  to,  409-492. 
Priest,  429,  475,  460. 
Prince  ot  Peace,  274,  284,  289, 

439- 
Physician,  890,  853,  854. 
Prophet,  429,  475. 
Ransom,  425,  673. 
Refuge,  713,  894. 
Resurrection  and  Glory,  9,  360- 
_  395- 

Rock,  156,  160,  436,  692,  888. 
Shepherd,  6,  144,  217,  218,  226, 

237,  480,  690,  723, 852,  885, 1016. 
Second  Coming,  394-408. 
Sufferings  and  Death,   326-359. 

See  Lord's  Supper. 
Transfiguration,  322. 
Way,  Truth,  and  Life,  319,  708. 
Wisdom,  896. 


Christ  :— 

Wonderful,  300. 

Word,  290. 
Christians : — 

Afflictions  and  Conflicts,  153,154, 
223,  224,  225,  980-1040. 

Duties,  903-937. 

Encouragements,  153.  857.     See 
Afflictions. 

Fellowship,  765-782. 

Graces,  903-937. 

Security,   141,  145,  147,  152,  153, 


Beloved  of  Saints,  13,  45.    See 

Worship. 
Depression  and  Success,  815-848. 
Missions  and  Progress  of.    See 

Missions. 
Recognition  of,  817. 

Communion  of  Christians  :- 

With   each   other — See  Fellow- 
ship. 

Communion  of  Saints — See  Fellow- 
ship. 

Completeness  in  Christ,  426,  879. 

Conflict  with  Sin — See  Fight. 

Conformity  to  Christ  and  Consecra- 
tion, 254-287,  903-937. 

Consecration,  644-748,  755,  858. 

Consolations — See  Afflictions. 

Corner-stone,  laying  of,  1180,  1186. 
See  Dedication. 

Courage,  870. 

Creation — See  God's  Works  of  Cre' 
ation. 

Cross  of  Christ,  Efficacy  and  Glory- 
ing in,  320,  329,  337,  340,  343, 
349,  356,  357,  37i,  4*8,  442,  486, 
487,  665,  889. 

Cross-bearing — See  Self-denial. 


D. 

Deacons,  1179. 

Death,  1100-1148.     See  Burial. 

Debt  of  love,  859,  860. 

Dedication  of  Sanctuary,  824,  845, 
847,  1180-1190. 

Delay,  610,  629,  634. 

Delight  in  Christ,  851,  852. 

Denying  Christ,  899. 

Depravity — See  Invitations  and 
Warnings,  and  Penitence. 

Despondency — See  Conflict  and 
Encouragement. 

Devotion  —  See  Consecration  and 
Prayer. 

Diligence — See  A  ctivity. 

Doubt — See  Afflictions  and  Encour- 
agement. 

Doxologies,  pages  14,  68,  100,  165. 
170.     Also  pp.  534,  535. 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


Earnestness — See  Activity. 

Education,  1258,  1266. 

Energy — See  A  ctivity. 

Eternity  —  See  Life  and  Immor- 
tality. 

Evening,  23,  25,  31,  33,  34,  35,  36,  38, 
56,  57,  63,  66,  78-85,  89-93,  108, 
116. 

Example  of  Christians,  903. 


Faith,  Power  of,  128,  999,  912,  915, 

917,  928,  1124. 
Family,  1248. 
Fasting,  Day  of,   173,   176,   183,  184, 

185,  186,  266,  1259,  1260,  1263, 

1264. 
Fellowship,  765-784.     See  Brotherly  ■ 

LoVe. 

Fight,  the  Christian,  956,  958,  960, 
962,964,969,971,973,1030.  See 
Self-denial. 

Fig  tree,  581. 

Forgiveness : —  | 

Of  Sin,  98,  165,  665.     See  Warn-  I 
ing  and  Invitation,  and  Peni- 
tence and  Consecratici. 

Forever  with  the  Lord,  1133. 

Fountain  of  Cleansing,  473,  672. 


Gethsemane,  306,  308,  325,  348,  362, 

363. 
Glory  ot  God — See  God. 
Glorying  in  the  Cross — See  Cross  of 

Christ. 
do  and  tell  Jesus,  702. 
God.  109-559. 

Attributes  together,  163, 165, 168, 

178,  262. 
Being,  132. 

Henevolence  and  Love,  135,139, 

182,  188,  189,  197,  205,  214,  231. 
Compassion,  208,  239. 
Condescension,  262. 
Faithfulness,   141,   142,  196,  215, 

216. 
Glory,  124,  143,  146,  166,  167. 
Goodness — Sec    Benez'olence  of 

God. 
Grace,  120,  130, 187,  191. 
1  [oliness,  174. 
Infinity,  119,  158-173,  181. 
Justice,  235. 
Love,  208,  211,  214,  219,  240,  252, 

900. 
Majesty,  141,  184,  185,  186. 
M  ercy — See  Benevolence  of  God. 
M  vstery    193. 

Omnipotence,  122,  125,  127, 141. 
Omnipresence,  133,  138,148,  182. 
Omniscience,  181. 
Providence  and  Protection,  159, 

161,  162,  183,  197,  228. 
Sovereignty,  1  (i,  141. 
Spirituality,  194. 
Trinitv.  109  tio, 
Truth,  121,  136. 
1     1  nangeableness,  194, 1022. 
Wisdom,  122,  252. 
Work:,  Hi  (  reauon,  i32, 133, 135, 

145,  146,  140,  151,  175,  176,  177, 

179,  180,  192,  207,  210,  230,  245, 
247.  261.  263-266. 

Biol  ■■ 


Gratitude,  847-897,  1341. 
Grave  of  Jesus,  730.     'See  Baptism. 
Grieving  the  holy  Spirit — See  Holy 
Spirit. 


H. 

Happiness  at  Conversion,  892. 

Happiness  of  Christian,  963.     See 
Joy  and  Cheerfulness 

Hard  Heart,  658,  691. 

Harvest — See     Thanksgiving,    Day 
of. 

Harvest  Past,  633. 

Hearing  the  Word— See  Worship. 

Heart-broken  by  Love,  704. 

Heaven,  387,  448,  632,  1040-1099. 

Hell — See  Christ's  Second  Advent. 

Heirship  with  Christ,  894,  918,  919. 

Hiding-place — See  Christ. 

Holiness : — 

Of  Christians — See  Graces  and 
Duties. 

Holy  Scriptures — See  Bible. 

Holy  Spirit,  469,  493-559,  1015,  1026. 

Hope  : — 

Under  Affliction  and  Despon- 
dency, 870,  1004,  ion,  1014, 
1020,  1031,  1032,  1033. 

Humiliation — See  Day  of  Fasting. 

Humility,  977.     See  Penitence. 


I.mmanuel — See  Christ. 

Immortality — See  Death  and  Im- 
mortality. 

Incarnation — See  Advent. 

Infants — See  Children. 

Ingratitude,  571,  679. 

Inspiration — See  Bible. 

Intercession  of  Christ — See  Advo- 
cacy of  Ch  rist. 

Invitations  and  Warnings,  550-643. 

It  is  finished,  333,  346,  358. 

It  is  I,  be  not  afraid,  313,  1003. 


J. 

Jesus  only,  697,  982. 

Jews,  1215,  1234. 

Joy,  850,  851,  871,  967,  968,  1009. 

Jubilee,  623,  625. 

judgment-day,  396,  397,  562,  588, 
589,  600,  603,  606,  615,  618,  621, 
622,  676.  See  Second  Advent 
of  Ch  rist. 

Justice — See  God. 
ustification — See  A  tonement. 


K. 

Kindness,  Human,  504,  920. 
Knocking  at  Heart,  Christ,  571,  578, 
641. 

L. 

Labor — See  Activity. 

Lamb  of  God — See  Christ. 

Liberality— See  Benevolence,  Chris- 
tian Graces,  and  Duties. 

Life  :— 

Brevity  and  Frailty,  161.  Also 
seo  Death  and  Immortality 
and  Year. 


Light  of  World,  857. 
Likeness  to   Christ— See    Conform- 
ity. 
Looking  to  Christ,  655. 
Lord's  Day— See  Sabbath. 
Lord's  Prayer— See  Prayer. 
Lord's  Supper,  783.  314. 
Love : — 

Of  God,  850-900. 

Of  Christ,  850-900. 

Of  Holy  Spirit.  850-900. 

For   the   Saviour,  859,   860-896, 
980. 

For  the  Church— See  Church. 
Lovest  thou  me,  728. 
Lukewarmness— See  Backsliding. 


M. 

Mediator — See  Ch  rist. 

Meekness,  315,  317. 

Meeting  and  Parting— See  Parting 

and  Meeting. 
Mercy— See  God. 
Ministry,  356,  1163-1179. 
Missions,  1191-1246. 
Morning,  24,  30,  32. 
Mortality — See  Death  and  Life. 


N. 

Name  above  Every  Name,  436,  450, 

462,  890. 
National,  1254-1270. 
Nature — See  God,  Works  of . 
Nearness   to   Christ,   939,  941,   946, 

947,  949,  ?5°- 
Nearness  to   Heaven — See  Heaven 

Anticipated. 
Needful,    One     Thing  —  See     One 

Th  ing  Needful. 
New  Year — See  i'ear. 
Night— See  Evening. 


o. 

One  Thing  Needful,  893,  966. 
Ordination — See  Ministry. 


Parting  and  Meeting,  54,  448,  780, 
782,  793,  1047,  io57-  See  alio 
Christian  Fellowship. 

Pastor — See  Ministry. 

Patience,  637. 

Peace,  National,  2S7.  Sec  Our  Coun- 
try. 

Pe.irl  of  Oreat  Price,  449,  475. 

Penitence  and  Consecration,  327- 
361  644-728. 

Pilate  s  Hall,  671. 

Pity  of  God  and  Christ,  338, 350,  354. 
See  Sympathy. 

Poor — See  Benevolence. 

Praise,  109-268.     See  also  ll'orship. 

Prayer,  27,  28,  29,  64,  65,  C6,  67,  76, 

95,  897- 
Prayer,    Lord's,  104,  258,   986,  990, 

995      ''age  535. 
Preachers-    See  Ministry. 

Presence  of  Christ  Unfailing,  930. 

945- 
Promises,  663. 
Providence — See  G.'d. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


R. 

Redemption — See  Atonement. 

Refuge — See  Christ  and  God. 

Rege  aeration  : — 

Necessary,  703.  See  also  Warn- 
ings aiid  Invitations  and  Pen- 
itence  and  Consecration. 

Remember  me,  644,  994,  998. 

Resignation,  59,  153,  159,  164,  211, 
224,  225,  238.     See  Afflictions. 

Rest  to  Soul,  572,  674,  695,  870. 

Resurrection — See  Christ's  Resur- 
rection and  Second  Advent 
and  Death  and  Immortality. 

Revival,  521,  522,  523,  524,  527,  534, 
535,  536,  538,  541,  543i  652,  819, 
828,  830,  835,  837,  838,  839,  848, 
936,  937,  938,  94°,  942-  See  also 
Backsliding  and  Penitence, 
and  Consecration. 

Riches  of  the  Christian,  882, 883, 935. 


Sabbath,  1-108. 

Sabbath  School — See  Children. 

Safety  of  Christians,  354,  1008,  1016, 

1018,  1035. 
Sailors,  1271-1274. 
Salvation — See  A  tonement. 
Sanctuary  :— 

Corner-stone — See  Dedication. 

Dedication,  1180-1190. 

Love  for,  1-108. 
Satan— See  Temptation  and  Fight. 
Scriptures — See  Bible. 
Seamen — See  Sailors. 
Seasons,  192,  247,  249.   See  also  Year 
and  God's  Works  of  Creation. 
Seed,  the  word,  403,  559. 
Self-denial,  717,    720,    8^4,   884,   979, 

981,  1030. 
Shadow  of  the  Rock,  888. 
Shepherd— See  Christ. 
Sickness — 994,  1001.     See  Afflictions 

and  Encouragejnents. 
Sight  of  Christ  Subdues,  671, 673,  674. 
Sins : — 

Brought  to  Christ,  854,  855. 

Forsaken,  344,  347,  711. 


Sins : — 

Indwelling — See  Penitence  and 
Consecration. 

Sins  laid  on  Jesus,  854,  855. 

Soldier,  Christian — See  Fight  and 
Self-denial. 

Soul  of  Man,  551,  591,  677.  See  Im- 
mortality. 

Souls,  Love  for — See  Activity. 

Spirit  striving,  568,  596-  See  Holy 
Spirit. 

Spring,  247,  249.  See  Year,  and 
Thanksgiving,  Day  of;  also, 
God's  Works  of  Creation. 

Standing  up  for  Jesus,  709,  965. 

Sting  of  Death,  334,  364,  366. 

Story  of  Cross  told,  863. 

Strength  Equal  to  Day,  949. 

Submission,  911,  983.  See  Afflic- 
tions and  Encouragements . 

Suffering  of  Christ — See  Christ. 

Summer,  155.  See  Year  and  Crea- 
tion. 

Supper,  Gospel,  575,  576,  582. 

Sympathy — See  Brotherly  Love. 

Sympathy  of  Christ,  312,  320,  385, 
386,  464,  983,  984,  1005,  1020, 
1024. 

T. 

Telling  Jesus,  702. 

Temperance,  1258,  1284-1288. 

Temptation,  318.  See  Conflict; 
also  Afflictions  and  Encour- 
agements. 

Thanksgiving,  Day  of  155,  198,  199, 
200,  210,  249,  253,  254,  255,  256, 
257,  1261,  1265. 

Time — See  Year. 

Too  late,  643. 

Tract  Distribution,  1252. 

Transfiguration  of  Christ,  322. 

Trials — See  Afflictions. 

Trinity — See  God. 

Trust— See  Afflictions. 

u. 

Unbelief — See  Faith  and  Graces 
and  Dttties. 


Union  of  Saints ; — 

To  Christ,  426,  724,  810,  879,  1021. 

V. 

Vanity  of  World,  75S. 

Visit  of  Christ,  892 

Vows  of  God,  721.     See  Baptism. 


w. 

Wandering— See  Backsliding. 
War — See  Our  Country. 
Warfare,  Christian— See  Soldier. 
Watchfulness— see  Self-de7iial  and 

Fight. 
Watching  with  Christ,  361. 
Weeping  over  Sinners,  681,  684. 
Welcome  of  Christ  to   Heart,   726, 

757- 
Why  die,  605,  611,  628. 
Winter,  192.     See  Year  and  Spring. 
Witness — See  Holy  Spirit. 
Works  of  Christ  pleaded,  853. 
Word  of  God— See  Bible. 
Works  of  God  in  Creation — See  God. 
World  waxing  Evil,  406,  408. 
World  not  Satisfying,  365,  605,  609. 
World  Forsaken,  573,  591,  698,  705, 

706,  708,  711,  716,  1065. 
Worship,  1-108.     See  Family. 
Wounds  of  Sin,  665. 


Year,  Opening  and  Closing,  155, 
581,  1289-1311.  See  also  Sea- 
sons and  God's  Works  of  Crea- 
tion. 

Yoke  of  Christ,  572,  649,  728. 

Yoke  of  Sin,  569,  572,  651. 

Youth,  566,  567,  569,  583,  585,  586, 
587,  595,  640,  1061,  See  also 
Children. 


Zeal — See  A  ctivity. 
Zion — See  Church, 


INDEX    OF    TEXTS. 


The  Jigures  refer  to  the  numbers  of  the  Hymns. 


24  :  63. 


GENESIS. 

1-3 "5,  i45<529 

9-25-31 I22i  M6,  x75 

1181 

3 1,  12,  22 

672 

24 942 

3 568, '6oi 

1 59° 

21,22 192,  1289 

1-4 900 

12 326 

13 138,181 

18.  ... . 1276,  1278,  1279 

15-22 601,  610,  619 

31 773,  776 

56 743 


•57 


16,  17. 
20-22. . 
13  .... 
26  ... . 


EXODUS. 


.  i.V' 
.97a 


13  :  21 1029,  1202 

15  :  1 257i  260 

IS  :  11 174.  x78 

25  :  22 27,  64,  72 

28  :  29   385,  386,  460 

33  :  l8 434.471 

LEVITICUS. 
25  :  9,  10 597,  623,  625 

NUMBERS. 

10  :  29 632,  639 

23  :  10 1102,  1104,  1 134 

DEUTERONOMY. 


■157,  173 


2 205,  200 

4 J53,  x56,  IO° 

25 949 

27 685 

! I064,   I068 

RUTH. 



■  r~: 


I  SAMUEL. 


1   1 10 

18 «53 

12 849 

7 181,  194,  207 

23 89 

H.  SAMUEL. 

1-27 1 140 

15-23.. .  1  r-,  1 

1127,  1 1 

i 126,  160,  216 

6,  7 303 


I.  KINGS. 

8  :  27 1184 

18  :  44 1240 

II.  KINGS. 

2  :  11,  12   i°37,  1077 

4  :  26 mi,  1145 

I.  CHRONICLES. 

16  :  8  — 71,  96,  123,  136,  210 
29  :  11,  12,  15 161 

II.  CHRONICLES. 

2:5 I25 

6  :  18 1184 

6  :  20 1 180 

7  :  5 1185 

NEHEMIAH. 

2:5 1262,  1263,  1258 

4 1260, 1264 

9  :  5 96,246 

ESTHER. 

4  :  16 669 

7  =  2 897 

JOB. 
1  :  21 1116 

3  :  17,  18 1*3*1  1132 

5  :  17-19 ..985,989,996 

7  :  6 1294 

7  :  16 1113 

9  :  12 185 

13  :  15 992,  I3I° 

14:  1,2 161,  1110 

23  :  3,  4 667 

29  :  2 666,  667 

38:  i' 127,  147 

PSALMS. 

1 .97 

2 1210 

3  =  5 3°,  3Ji  34 

4 -,2,  56,  97 

4:5 1012 

4:8 35,  56,  i°8 

5 42,  18 

8 146,  179,  230,  257, 261 

9 136,  l63 

10  :  16 141 

12  :  6 1149-1162 

14  5  1 132 

16  :  9-12. ..  .1065,  1120,  1125 

1 137 

17  :  15 I06*-  "37 

18  :  1-6 142,  160,  213 

2,  124,  175,  265,  1149, 
"53,  "55,  "60 

20 160,  877 

22 951.953 

22.. 6,  107,  217,  218,  226,  228 
-•37,  306,  480,  723,  1028 

I02'i,    1   1    ; 


24  :  7-10 368,  372 

26  :  8. .14,21,47,49, 69,72,73 
27:1 103,  202 

27  =  4 49,  72 

27  :  5 i°73 

27  :  8-14. . .  .97,  191,  202,  204 

212 

29 125,  163,  184 

30 204,  213,  996 

31  =  *5 *3" 

32 857,  871,  880 

34  ... .  200,  202,  203,  205,  206 

213 
36 168 

36  :  7 85° 

37  :  5 1010,1013 

39 593,  622,  1298 

40 203,  876,  891 

41  :  i-3 9°5,  9*3 

42 223,  224,  1025 

44 206,215 

45 419,  468,  474 

45  :  17  ••••436,  453,462,  1238 
1239 

46 131,  M7,  945 

47 140,  141,  206 

48  :  1,2 833,836 

48  :  14 1029 

5°  :  i-5 12,  43,  1244 

51 644,  646,  647,  661 

55  :  l6,  17 206,  213 

55  :  22 97,  976 

57  :  5-7 I21 

61  :  1-4 692 

63 42,  48,  213,  224 

65...   155,  J89,  192,  247,  249 
250,  251 

68:5 136 

68  :  18 375,38i 

71  :  17, 18 222 

72 1 201,  1228 

73  :  23-26 212,  220,  236 

84 7,  l6,  37,  47,  53,  72 

85:6 819,835 

87 47,  8rs,  818,  824 

90 161,  172,  173,  1294 

95 15,  118,  127,  144,  229 

97 l63,  l84 

100 117,  118,  255 

102 825 

103 98,  130,  231,  259 

103  :  13 239 

104 162 

106 123 

107 1269,  1266,  1260 

in 213,  259,  261,  268 

in. 106,  203,  205 

119  1155,  1157,  1160 

119  :  10 116 

i2t 160,  204 

122 13,  14,45,  47 

126 825,  830 

127 93 

13' 977 


132 43 

133 37,77°,  777,  779 

'3° 139,  145,246,249 

137 830,  1014,  1015 

i37  :  5 832 

138 142 

139... 138,  181,  182,  186,  194 

144 161,257 

145...  129,  136,  139,  140,  169 
215 

146 140,  162,  170 

147 825 

147  :  16-18 192,  1296 

148. .  .229,  241,  245,  261,  264 

149 259 

150 241 ,  242 

PROVERBS. 

2:8 56 

3:  5,  6,  7, 896,  951 

11  :  24 905,  922 

15  :  1 290 

20  :  1 1286,  1288 

23  :  29-32.  .-1284,  1286,  12S8 

ECCLESIASTES. 

2  :  3-1 1 569,  649 

11  :  1,  2 909,  913,  932 

11:6 923,  932 

11  :  c 567,  591,  605 

12 585,  586,  5S7,  640 

CANTICLES. 

1:2 468 

1  :  3 •  ■  459, 463,  465,  466,  470 

1  :  7 852,885 

5  :  9 7i4 

ISAIAH. 

1  :  18 220 

2  :  2 824 

2  :  4 831,  846 

6 109,  in,  134,  174 

9:6 273,274,300 

11 831 

12 4i5,  435,  44i 

21  :  11 1235 

25  :  8 1114,  1130,  1132 

26  :  3,  4 204,  880,  918 

32  :  15 522,524 

33  :  17 1059,  1061,  1071, 

1078 

^5 1199,  1201 

35  :  8,  9,  10. .  1014,  1042, 1079 
40:  1-5.  ...842,  844,846,847 

1204 

40  :  6-8 161,  1110,  11 1 1, 

1307,  1309 

40  :  9 823,  829,  841,  844 

40  :  11 6,  217,  218,  1034 

40  :  27-31 971,  952,  i°°9 

1032 
4 ^  :  1-4     384,  292,  994 


INDEX  OF  TEXTS, 


16 164,193 

i,  2 1033 

4 222,  1033 

10 842 

10 1042,  10S5 

15 1,-827,  842 

10 IOI4 

1 1..  967,  1004,  1009,  1087 

1,  2 823,  829,  846 

7-10 "63 

353,  620,  855 

574,  57S,  576,  577 

....1204,  1211,  1221,  1231 

1163,  1164,  1174 

i-3 359 

17 407i  io7° 


JEREMIAH. 

2,3 649,652 

4 587 

22    563,  654,  670 

20 561 ,   602,   606,   633 

23 - 672 

6 450,  475,  38i 

3 850,  876 

EZEKIEL. 

20,  21 564 

611,  1174 

5°7,  522,  535 


DANIEL. 

820,  836,  847 

14 294,  393,  439 

2 "37 

HOSE  A. 

1,  2 670,  679 

4 876 

645,  677 


JOEL. 
28,  29 522,  524,  529 

AMOS. 

12. .554,  558,588,591,608 

JONAH. 
142,  203,  1011,  1013 

MICAH. 

.10 1040,  1046 

NAHUM. 


!,  203 
.1163 


HABAKKUK. 

14- .1201,  1245 

15 1284,  1288 

ZEPHANIAH. 

14 — 18 823,  831,  840 

842 

HAGGAI. 
46,  1204,  1241 

ZECHARIAH. 

9  321 

1 473,  642 


MALACHI. 

1 271,  277 

2 615 

TO     922,  925,  929 

MATTHEW. 

21 436,  450,452,462 

465,  489 


2  :  9— 11 . .  .270,  271,  278,  2S0 

298,  299 
3:1,2 277 

3  :  13-17.. 729,  736,  739,  744 

747,  75i,  761 

5  '•  3_13 9°3,  911 

6  :  11-34..  104,  3*7,  945,  977 

7  :  7-'1 s97 

8  ;  1-17 312 

8  :  23-27 309,  310 

to  ■  32,  38. .  709,  710,  712,  720 

722 

ci  :  28-30.. 533,  569,572,614 

13  ;  1-30 60 

13  '  45,  46 475 

'4  '•  23-33 -3°9,  310,  987,  TO°3 

[7  :  1-9 322 

c8  :  1-5 977 

n     1-9..  ..307,  308,  321,  343 

>i  .42 818,  845 

17.  :  1-10.570-577,582,613,626 

H  :  3° 396<  397,  398,399 

400,  401,  404 

■•  1-13 4°5,  407 

:  10-12 643 

mi 9J3 

.  26,  27,  29.  ..783,  784,  786 

:  36-46.-324,  325-  348,  362 

363 

:  64 433 

:  26-53.-323,  326, 327,  330 

331,  332,  333 

:  59"66 39,4i,  361 

:  1-9 360,364,  366,367 

368,  374,  376 
:  18-20 964,  1167 

MARK. 

:  17 626,  627 

:3"8 60 

:  36-39 -3°9,  310,313 

:  45-51.-309,310,313,  685 
:  2-10 322 

:  36,  37 591 

13-16 305,  306,  1281 

1-10. 321 

:  i-37 4°°,  4°5 

22-26.  .783,  786,  789,  799 

804,  805 

32-41 . . 324,  325, 348,  362 

363 

66-72 697 

16-39.  •  326,  327,  33°,  331 

S32,  333,  334,  357 

360,  361,  365,  366 


LUKE. 

31 436,446, 

1-20. . .269,  270, 271, 
273,  277,  281,  285, 

21-35 44, 

39-52 301, 

21,  22  ...      447, 

l8-20 

I2-20 312,  660, 

31,  32 626, 

20-38..  905,  908,913, 

34 

47 

22-25 309,  310, 

23 7l6,  7X7, 

28-37 


29-37- 
38-42. 
1-4. . . 


28-34. 


. .712,  720 

992,  995, 

J008, 


45° 
272 
287 
302 
3°3 
75i 
3" 
672 
627 
922 
929 
422 
869 
3*3 
,  720 
.322 

-343 
1177 
,  925 
-55° 
•  T04 
•897 
1  722 
7  006 
1012 


35-4° 
24-29 
16-23 
11-24 
5  .... 


.277,  400,  927,  956 
.588,  591,  610,  619 

575,  582 

645,  649,  653 


10-14. 
'  35-43 ■ 
:  25-36. 

14-20 . 
39-46- 


■395,396, 

•783,784, 
-324,  325, 
355,  362, 


42.... 

33-48. 
33o, 
335, 
346, 


•323,  326, 
33J,  332, 
338,  339, 
347,  35i, 


42  . 


■39,  40,  41 
364-  365, 
369,  37o, 


361 


JOHN. 


647; 

699,  72S 
397,  400 
401,  404  1 
786,  787 
327,  348  I 
363,  856 
99°,  995 
327.  329  J 
333,  334  I 
340,  344  j 
352,  354 
357,  358 
473,  998  I 
,  50,  360 
366,  367 
372,  374 
376,  379 
h  91,  93 


13 «2o,  531 

14 .290 

29 473,  479 

3 672,  703 

16 467,  552 

30 294,  300 

r3,  14 574,  577 

2-i5 473,  642 

39 1060,  1 158 

17-21.. 309,  310,  313,  987 
53 784,785,  789,  79i 


37 574,  577 

12 25,  299 

472,  480,  1028,  1034 

27,  28 1016 

35,  36 32o,  3°4 

8 877,887,925 

*5 307,  321 

S2 329,  339 

9 674 

2. . .. ..  .1040,  1042,  1052 

1054,  1069 

6 3J9 

16 497,  526 

27 861,  1024,  1027 

1-6 975,  1022 

12,  13.. 765,  774,775,  777 

16-23 897 

23 771,  774,  775 

1 324,  325,  362,  363 

17-37.. 326,  327,  329,  33° 

331,  332,  333,  334 

34 692 

38-42 357,361,367 

1-18...360,  361,  365,  366 

367,  368,  374,  376 


ACTS. 


9-11. 


372,  373 


i-i3- 


•493,  495,  516,  518 

12 436 

31 516,541 

6 898,  904 

22 1022,  1030,  1031 

9 1212,  1223,  1233 


ROMANS. 


16 
3-4- 


.710,  712,  722 
•734,  742,  749 

9 873,  8gj 

14,  15 8<a8,  857 


8  :  31,  32...  1007,  1008,  1075 
9-33 818,845,847 

10  :  14,  15 1063 

11  :  33-36 175,  186 

12  :4,  5 769,771,  775 

15  :  30 .1168,  1172 

I.  CORINTHIANS. 

26 ,822 

3° 425,  426,  441,  456 

2 330,  337 

6  -.  19 858,  859,  898,  904 

9  •  24-27 948,  952,  955 

16,  17 783,  786 

23-25 784,  787,  804  p 

28 1 170 

902,  907,  925 

20 ••••855,  977 


J5  :  20-57 364,  369,  388 

1100,  1114 

II    CORINTHIANS. 

3  :  3,  4.,  .525,539,  541,  1001 
I  :  20 igo,  216 

1  :   21,  22 494,  513 

2  .    II 958,  962,  964 

3  =  14 44i 

4  :  6  ... .  - 189,  221 

4  :  16-18 872,  960,  992 

5  ■'  1-4 !oo9,  1015,  1037 

1040,  1042,  1071 

5^7 900,  912,  917 

5:8..    886,  1103,  1113,  1125 
5^9 •  -1113,  1117,  1126 

5  :  *7 531 

6  :  10 871,  880,  882 

6  :  16 511,  513,  527,530 

7:1 674,  68c,  889 

8  :  9.  .278,  298,  301,  302,  318 

10  :  1 3r5,  317 

12  :  9,  10 949,  986,  1008 

ioog 

GALATIANS. 

4,  5 455,  460,  492 

20 418,  698 

16 533,  53o,  538 

14 486,  487 

EPHESIANS. 


1:4.. 
1  :  13 


•5", 


20 818,  845 

17-21 4*5,  42°' 

15 769 

4 774 

3 

30 ,...508,  530 

27 

10-17.  -96:2,  965,  968 

PHILIPPIANS. 
6... 891,  1008,  1009, 

21 904 

23 1038,  1041, 


2:2....  ..37,  765,  770, 

777 
2:5 

2  :  10. 436,  446. 

3  m 967, 

3  :  3-9 


433 
1  77i 
1  779 
1170 
,568 
-874 

97i 


1013 
,975 
107 1 
1113 
776, 
1  779 
.gir 

.  45° 
1009 

33° 

1  967 


COLOSSIANS. 

10. 910 

12 1006,  1008,  1049 

15-19 -42°,  426,  433 

'2..... 733,754 

I- -3 880,  893,  1037 


INDEX  OF  TEXTS. 


3:4 397,398,399 

i  :  12-14 9°8,  913,  925 

.15 9lS,  9*9 

3  :  16 .  1152,  1150 

4:2 958,  964 

4  :  3 1168,  1 172,  1 174 

I.  THESSALONIANS. 
4  :  13,  14...  1 100,  1101,  1 1 14 

4  :  l6 i"5,  "37 

4;  '7 "33 

5  :  1-10..  .926,  927,  933,  953 

956,  959 

5  :  16 960,  967,  989,  992 

5:17  ....  27,  28,  66.  76,  95 

•  5  :  19 5°9>  525,  53o 

II.  THESSALONIANS. 

I  :  7-10... 396,  398,  399,  401 

404,  405 

3:1 1168,  "74 

I.  TIMOTHY. 

1  :  15 552,  626,  627,  638 

1  :  17    ■•• 256,  257 

1  :  18 948,  956,  958 

3  :  16 273,  278,  420 

6  •  6-8.  .976,  977,  1002.  1008 

II.  TIMOTHY. 

2  :  8. 709,  710,  712,  714 

716,  722 


2  :  3 948,  958,  962,  965 

2  :  19 1030,  1031,  1033 

3  :  J6 "50,  1152,  1154 

4  •  6-8 1130,  1135 

TITUS. 

2  :  10 .903 

2  :  13 400,  403,  405,  406 

HEBREWS. 

1:2 1 150 

1  •  3 165,  420,  434 

1  :  8,  9 440 

2  :  3 55o,  561,  573 

2-9 439 

2  :  11 422 

2  ■  17,  l8 375,  386 

49 22,1058,1136 

4  :  '3 138 

4  •  H-16 385,  386 

7  •'  23-28 429,463 

9  :  !2.  14 479 

9  =  24 385,  386 

10  :  19 .162,  375,  708 

10  :  24,  25 37 

11 -900,  912,  928 

n  :  16 1040,  1046,  1063 

1071 

11  :  25 706,  710,  717,  727 

12  :  « 953,955,  959,979 

12:6...    .    .    ..988,989,996 


12  :  22-25 769,  826 

13  :  14 1040,  1042,  1044 

JAMES. 

1  :  27 913,  929 

2  :  14-26 goo,  912 

4  ■  6-10 977,  102 1 

4  :  J4 1310 

5:8 400,  405,  406 

5  :  16 64,  66,  67 

I.  PETER. 

1  :  3,  4----369,  374,  376,  387 
397 

1  :  8. 236,  451,  457,  462 

465,  466 

1  '  x3 927 

1  :  19 479,  1017 

1  :  25 "53 

2:6 818,  845 

2:7 425,  47°,  452 

2  ;  21 314,  317,  345 

2  •  24 344,349,  35i,354 

2  :  24,  25 353,723,  724 

4  =  12 758 

5  '  4 >°5i 

II.  PETER. 

1  :  J9 "57,  "59 

3  :  10 404,  1302 

3  :  is 398,  399,  400,  401 

405 


I.  JOHN. 

1  :  7-473,  665,  680,  685,  692 

2  :  ' 373,  377,38o 

2  •'  2 88l 

3  :  1,  2..  w 808,  857 

4  :  10 240,  252,  434,  467 

5  4 ••864,  935,  953 

JUDE. 

1  :  T4>  15 397,399,  4°4 

1  :  24,  25 234 

REVELATION. 

»  ■■  5,  6 392,433 

1:7 396,  398,  399 

1  :  18 439 

3  :  20 571,  579,  641 

5  •  g-^--^1,  432,433,43.' 

448,  453 

6:16 562,  606 

7  :  9-12... 446,  448,453,  455 
492,  1098,  1239 

7  :  13-17 1084,  1085 

11  :  15 484,  1236,  1238 

19  :  6 141,  424,  439,  484 

19  :  16 390 

21  :  1-15..  ..1070,  1086,  1087, 

1093 

22  :  17 574.577.  5?6 


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